It does not take further questioning to guess what had happened. Horses throw people, especially the inexperienced, and Lia has even been on the receiving end a couple of times. For a moment she had feared him dead or entirely injured, but when he moved and opened his eyes she was quite relieved.

At least, until he spoke. "Oh dear," She said simply and knelt, smoothing her skirt around her before looking him over. No bone was protruding from the skin, at least. "Can you move your fingers?"

She was no surgeon. No physician. But perhaps she could help, for she feared he would not find better. She was not even certain of where the nearest town lay and if it had a doctor. "May I touch it?"