Cait's brow furrowed in confusion at the way he hesitated when discussing the fate of her parents. Before she could ask what he meant, the door opened and an older woman came in. Caitriona bit her bottom lip, giving her a soft, shy smile before looking down at her foot and then brushed her fingers through her unruly hair, so unkempt from her fall. She must look like a wild thing compared to those around her. 

As the woman, Gilda, offered to examine her foot, she drew up the skirts of her ragged clothes, revealing the ankle in question. It was a little swollen and tender, but not as badly as it had been when she'd first fallen. "Thank you," she said, slowly lifting her foot up for the woman to look at. "I...I think it's a sprain at worst. Likely just a little twisted..." she suggested, not wanting to be a bother. She glanced at Aleksander then back at Gilda. 

"It's all my fault I ended up hurt. It's lucky that His Highness was there to catch me," she said then felt herself blush as she looked at the woman as she examined her foot.