Joan continued to sit for a minute as Garnier arrived at her side. Then she turned to look at him and burst into a fit of laughing. His nose was already swelling up, and his face was scarlet. She knew that she shouldn't have laughed at him, but his concern for her only deepened her amusement. She fell back into the water, covering her face with her hands as she reeled with laughter. When she had finally calmed, she sat up an allowed him to assist her to her feet, gasping for air and still shaking with silent chuckles.<br/><br/>"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm not a wimp." She shoved him a bit. "Besides, I haven't broken anything." She coughed a bit as she neared her horse before mounting up. From her pocket she pulled a damp handkerchief. It was not laced, like many ladies carried, but made of rough linen and used mostly as a rag. She tossed it to him. "Stop that bleeding." She'd mostly regained her composure at this point.<br/><br/>In the water, she had been tempted to tackle him into the stream as well, just to get even. But upon seeing his nose- despite the humor she found in it- she felt a horrible twinge of guilt for not stopping to help him, and a sort of maternal desire to fix it. However, he would not insult his pride as a soldier and nanny his wounds for him. She was sure he could take care of himself. "I don't think I've got anything to help with the swelling." She looked at the surrounding plants for something that might help with the pain at least. Unfortunately, she spotted nothing of the sort.<br/><br/>The rest of their ride was mostly silent, with Joan trying her hardest to dry her clothes and her hair. She felt horribly weighted down. As soon as they left the trail, Joan made a point of riding as silently as possible, securing herself and her belongings and slowing the horse to a walk. She rode behind Garnier, allowing him to lead, considering how well he knew the territory. She had never been to this area of the forest, and was glad for it. The trees seemed a bit creepy, and the paranoia of scouts left her feeling constantly watched. She tensed on her horse, which ignored her and kept walking.