*she doesn't say anything or move at first, because while she is largely unhurt, falling over like that knocked the wind out of her and she can't quite speak properly yet. Her hat's gone and fallen off and landed somewhere next to her, and she really is rather covered in the mud she's fallen into. Being such a small person falling into such a large puddle did not help matters and she's sure that Noailles is going to faint when she gets back to Versailles.

She's also rather embarrassed at having shrieked and fallen over like that, and everyone having halted their horses and gathered around like they have is not helping. She's sure that she's gone and ruined everything, since they've probably lost what they were chasing by now. She thinks he's probably never going to want to invite her again now that she's just gone and fallen off and made such a mess.

She slowly pushes herself up and shakes her head, attempting to get to her feet*

No, I think I'm all right.