Timothy Blue / EI / M: Class Gang.

Reacting within an instant,Tim shoots off from his conversation,Jogging to her side and standing beside her with an expression of pure concern,

"Em- Hey.Your Ankles?"

He questions in a tone which was purely trying to keep her calm.Tim squats down beside her,Offering her a gentle hand to help her up - Although he could understand she was probably aching to much to.He had the urge to pick her up in a *Sweeping her off her feet* fashion and usher her straight throughto the medics.But he couldn't do it - Shouldn't.

He watches her eyes,trying to meet them with a reassuring gaze.Tim felt relief - They seemed usual,Same size - Same gorgeous colouring..

"Did I scare your mount? I really didn't mean to..well I meant I didn't think.I just kne- Thought you were in pain is all.."

He tries to explain,Watching the tense nature of her body.

"Just relax hmm?It'll help the pain soften a little."

Tim couldn't help but shoot a glare at the irritable voice,Anger coming over him slightly,

"Hey Hot shot,Use your eyes a little more next time.Then focus on your horsemanship huh?"

(Oh the tension O.o *Manic laughing* xD )

-Heather would be on the kinda empty side of the arena, quietly trying to figure the black arabian out as she felt his body tense beneath her, having a gut feeling that he's probably gonna either buck or bolt-

Emily | Eventing | Gang, mostly Tim lol

Emily was breathing a little jaggedly due to the pure nature of how badly she was hurting. When her ankles were mildly irritated, they had the pain of walking on fractured ankles. When they were any more than mildly, the pain was probably more intense than most things, to the point where someone with an abnormally high pain tolerance was found passing out on a horse.

She smiled weakly at Tim, focusing her own tan eyes on his to try and slow her breathing a little--to forget about the pain. His eyes were really blue. Considering the fact that most of her interactions with him called for an avoidance of eye contact, this was a new discovery to her. "I'm going to--" her words came out in a jumble between deep breaths, "need the medic."

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Emily,Schooling Lot.

His eyes held hers with a worried wideness - He couldn't believe she had just blacked out in the saddle.

"Well First aid never prepared me for you huh?"

He says with a chuckle,Trying to distract her from the pain which she was very clearly drowning in now.Tim pauses,Unsure what to do.It would be quicker to carry her to the medic - But he'd always been told to leave them where they are.It was safer - And he supposed safety came first.

"I'll go and grab them now,Just stay nice and still for me yeah?"

He says calmly,Reaching over instinctively and giving her hand a reasuring squeeze before starting to stand.He hadn't a clue as to why he was moving so slowly,Perhaps it was a calmly mechanism?He'd spent enough time with troublesome horses it must have been instinctive.

Emily | Eventing | Tim

For once, she didn't pull away when Tim grabbed her hand. She gave him a weak smile, before calling after him. "Tim! Don't get the medic. Just... there's a wheelchair in my tack locker. If you bring it to me, I can go myself. Then I won't disrupt Kholo's lesson any more than I already have." She struggled to get up, but ended up falling again. She crawled over to the very edge of the arena, so everyone else could get past. She felt very humiliated and very guilty for having such a scene when all she was trying to do was get through the lesson like everyone else.

Timothy Blue / EI / Emily.

Feeling a little relief in how she hadn't flinched at his touch,Tim gives a nod,About to obey her order before stopping and giving a slight frown.

"Screw it."

He mutters to himself,Bending down beside her and sweeping her up into his arms.Tim had tried to do so as gently as possible,But it wasn't easy lifting her up and keeping balance.

She was surprisingly lighter than he had anticipated,Seeming to fit nicely in his grasp.It was an oddly warming feeling.

"It'll be quicker this way - Sorry if jolted you..And I'm coming with to the medic.No question - I am."

He says in a firm tone,Ending the matter as he was expecting her to defiantly refuse him.Giving Kholo a quick apologetic nod,He carries her through the doors and toward the tack room.He was sure the owner was capable of sorting the loose horse whist he got Emily looked at.

His eyes stay upwards,Not stealing a glance at her for once.Although his tone had softened,

"Don't beat yourself up - I don't think Kholo will have minded much.Its hardly your fault.."

Emily's eyes went a little wide, her heart beating a little faster now than when she had first came to. She hesitantly slung her arms around his neck, not knowing where else to put them. "I should have said something," she muttered sadly, definitely doing what Tim had told her not to do. "I just created a lot of unnecessary drama. I feel guilty."

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Emily.

He couldn't help but lean into her arms a little,shutting his bright eyes momentarily before clearing his throat and regaining his composure.Tim was still relatively settled for his standards though,frame relaxed and supple as he gazed down at her,

"Honestly Emily.Whats new?You do realise you're hard not to be distracted by anyways,So passing out is hardly something to be guilty for.You live and you learn - At the end of the day your safety and health comes first,You know?"

He speaks in a mellow tone,Watching her expression before feeling tbe urge to blush as he looks away.They'd reached the tack room now,Tim now in the dilemma as to where to put Emily whilst he found the wheel chair.

"Hold tight."

He says gently,Placing her as carefully as possible onto a nearby hay bale.It was insane how close they were,It sure had shifted from the past few hour's events.

Emily sat on the hay bale, a little dumbfounded by his words. Moreso, the nature of what they were implying. What did he mean by 'not hard to be distracted by?' If it was truly what her instincts told her, the whole notion of spending about eight hours in the car with him beginning in only a few short hours was very unattractive. She couldn't see him as anything but a trainer, even if she wanted to. She had already defined their relationship almost immediately after meeting him and to go back on that now would be impossible.

She was brought back to reality by the pulsing of pain through her ankles. It was beginning to numb a bit, mainly due to her body adapting to the new pain levels. Walking seemed impossible, now, though, even for her. When she saw Tristan walk in the barn with a bay mare, she gave a truly, genuinely joyful smile. "Tristan!"

"Hey, kid. How'd you scare your coaches this time?" Even though he was only three years older than she, he too was very comfortable labeling relationships and putting them away for good. He enjoyed Emily's presence, but knew far too much about her. In all truthfulness, she was far too emotionally damaged for him. The parts of herself she only let show behind closed doors were quite a contrast to the beaming persona she let everyone adore.

Seeing Emily exit the arena, Kholo's eyebrows furrowed. Was she okay? "Get your horses on a nice extended trot. I'll be back in a moment,"she ordered to the group. That said, she vaulted over the fence, sprinting to the girl. Seeing two of her instructors already there, she said, "Are you okay? Or have you guys got everything under control?" She directed the last part to Tim and Tristan