<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br/><br/>It was a simple matter of support. Support her ladyship showed actively rather than the lip service given by others. Support for Madi meant quickly working to set the ankle into the brace. If the ankle was bruised and not sprained the girl would be lucky. She gave the leg a gentle pat and moved it carefully under a pillow to reduce any swelling before giving Madi’s hand an encouraging squeeze.<br/><br/>‘Thank you Madi, this should keep the pressure off the tendons.”<br/><br/>It was Lily who carried everyone’s burden of guilt. It must be hard to disclose her troubling thought to an almost stranger and acknowledge her fortune before her friends who appeared less so.  Lady Beatrice smiled gently to her.<br/><br/>“Over the years I have collect certain important item which I never go without.” she assured them all as she turned to Evie.<br/><br/>“There is a first aid kit aboard the plane full of all sorts of useful things,” She explained digging into her bag again.<br/><br/>She pulled out a tube and held it for Evie to see, then placed it in her hand.<br/><br/>“Cortizone for infections.”<br/><br/>A ring. Lady Beatrice pressed a button at her elbow, “Yes.”<br/><br/>The German accent was thick, “Ladyship, ten minutes. Un zee pilot has clearance.”<br/><br/>“Thank you, Karla,” she said relaxing in her seat. “Not much longer.”<br/><br/>“Shall we look at shoes first or dive right into apparel?”