Philip groaned in pain. He turned where he'd fallen, his grip around Sire loosening. At the time when the chariot tilted she'd fallen on him and unconsciously he'd acted up and held her close. He felt a sharp pain in his head. Trying to forget about it he turned to Sire.
"Sire? Are you alright?" He asked causing her to groan in pain as well. Sire turned slightly were she lay. Causing Philip's grip around her totally loosen. It was then he saw there was a cut on her left temple. It wasn't too deep so she didn't seem to be bleeding all that much. "We should crawl out. The chariot fell over." He said holding her and giving her way so she was able to crawl out first.
Sire sat right there on the bare floor trying to catch her breath. She didn't get why she predicted that fall and why she wasn't at all able to prevent it. Philip crawled out too.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
