Two people dressed in fine robes in the middle of the forest, calling Catriona's name... Aleksander struggled to recall anyone that might fit that description, but it was so vague; it could be anyone, anyone that already knew Catriona. "You don't need to apologize," he stated as he slowed the horse to a walk down a sloping hill, his castle and the village that surrounded it looming into view. "You may have hit your head when you received that leg injury." It crossed his mind to inspect her scalp for injuries but held back, finding it inappropriate and rude to do that to a woman. It was bad enough how they were riding together without invading more of her privacy. "It sounds to me like you were abducted by people that know you. I'll ask around, see if anyone knows anything. Whoever took you must be nobles of some sort. Do you remember anything about what they looked like?" As they rode into the village, peasants and merchants greeted the prince with smiles, bows, or greetings of well wishes. Children ran alongside the horse, laughing and teasing Aleksander. All of them gazed at the girl in his arms curiously, and Aleksander knew there would be gossip floating around later. He tried to roll such things off his shoulders; the important thing was getting her home safe, mending her, and trying to figure out what happened to her.