*She managed to at least get herself up into a sitting position, but she accepts the hand gratefully and lets him help her up*

Tell that to my poor hat, I don't think it's going to make it *she frowns* And I'm completely covered in muck now like some sort of urchin, and we've lost the animal we were chasing and you most likely don't want me to come with you ever again.

*She really does feel bad about making them lose the stag, and she's gone and interrupted everything with her fall and made them all stop. In her mind it would be perfectly understandable if he didn't want her to accompany him again, since this is supposed to be what he does to enjoy himself, not have to halt everything because his wife falls off her horse*