She looked at him, biting her bottom lip as he asked her several questions only to look at the maidservant asking about a tailor. As the woman curtsied and made off, Caitriona looked back at him. "A bath sounds nice...and something to wear...and of course the physician will look at my ankle...I don't think anything's broken but I do think I twisted it quite a bit...." she said then flushed, looking around again as a servant came down announcing that a bath was being prepared in a set of chambers, and that a physician was on his way. 

As she departed, Cait looked about her, in awe of this place. "My home," she repeated then looked at him with a flush to her cheeks. "It's really lovely here," she admitted warmly and then saw several men and women properly dressed making their way through the entry hall. Courtiers, if she had to guess, though she didn't know where the word came from. Obviously though, they were wealthy lords and ladies by the state of their outfits. They all seemed to be going out to the gardens or something but a few women did pause, turn and glance at her in Aleksander's arms but then hurried off before asking questions. 

"Is this place always so busy Aleksander?" she asked, looking at him again. It was a little overwhelming to be surrounded by so many people, but with such a large palace, it was little wonder that there would be so many people living in it.