He needn't wait long before she rolled away from him, and instantly Dory was pushing himself up into a seated position to better gauge her injuries. There was a small river of blood running down the side of her face, seemingly starting at her temples. Oh, fuck. Perhaps it would've been better if the horse had run her down, for then her injuries wouldn't be a direct fault of his. Well, they still would be seeing as it was his horse that ran her down, but less so because it wasn't his body that had.

Fuck.

Dory reached into his pocket and handed her his handkerchief. Another sentimental object of his likely to go missing — this time a gift from Xena as opposed to his late mother — but as he had no others on his person a required sacrifice. "Here, hold that to your head," he instructed her as he looked about for her companions. Someone had to be responsible for her, right?

However, she soon started swaying and he reached out with both hands on her upper arms to steady her. "Miss, do you have a chaperone? I believe it would be in your best interest to visit the hospital." Dory said cautiously, his grip on her light but firm enough to keep her from collapsing.

Little did he know he too was bleeding through a nasty gash on his arm, blood staining her dress where it landed.