Apparently Sorrel was bringing nothing but bad luck to the poor girl, now she would tumble once more, falling down to the ground though surprisingly she did listen to his words and actually stop. Of course it was out of fear more than anything else though he didn't realise that right away as he finally came to a stop by her side.
"It wasn't your head then." He muttered after a moment, realising the wound was actually upon her shoulder rather than where he'd initially assumed. "You're still bleeding though." He continued, mismatched eyes looking more at the wound rather than concentrating upon her trembling form. He could clean it but not much else. Before he could say or do anything else, now he would finally catch onto her mumbling, though he wouldn't have understood anyway he certainly couldn't make out the words. "What are you saying?" He questioned "I can't hear you properly."
