His head turned a little towards another voice as he heard it, an older male by the sound of it. His vision was still a bit blurry and dulled, but it was regaining focus a little as his strength grew bit by bit. He winced a little as he felt the fabric's touch from the blanket, but didn't struggle or move much as doing so still caused him pain. "Hold on best you can. Anything broken Lad?" Alyx shook his head weakly in answer, finding it painful to try to speak; he shouldn't have spoken early, as it had only caused more pain. 'Lady Katherine?' The boy repeated in his mind, shocked. 'I should have guessed she would have been of such a rank by her looks... still, how had she known of my suffering and why did she come to my aid?'<br/><br/>Peel carried him out to a large carriage. The sun was shinning brightly as the footman lays him gently on the cushions that he made into a bed. He places a pillow under his head. Kate climbs and sits next to her gift. She reaches for large picnic basket overhead the bulkhead. She takes out a flask and takes a taste. "It is hard cider. This will help the pain and warm you." She carefully holds the young man in her arms, removes the cork and offers him a drink.