[Oh hush, she's not going far, just hovering awkwardly and watching her horse gallop joyfully around a bunch of tents]

I shall never catch her at this rate...

[Pausing at his words, not looking back, but letting out an irritated, conflicted sigh.]

Responsibility? You refused to do so, did you not?

[BUT...him crying out her name like that and the worrisome breathy quality to his voice eventually tug on some kind of moral centre, and she turns back to him, frowning at the sight because he's shaking and sweating so much she's almost feeling it vicariously]

...Lie still, you may puncture something.

[...She's not a nurse, she's not actually sure what to do for broken or bruised ribs...just pain relief, isn't that all you can do? Well...alright, returning to the table to fish around in the picnic basket]

Hmm...

[Aha. Produces a small bottle of strong brandy, very delicately lowering herself to the grass in order to offer it to him. Looking rather put out and grumpy about it all, eyeing the hoof marks on his chest. God, what is she supposed to do without assistance]

I won't be able to move you, you know.