Darcy was aware of the voices behind him, but he was really focused on making sure that the horse was sufficiently relaxed. There was another thing bugging him, at the back of his mind. Both of the voices behind him seemed to be just as strange and unusual as Miss Sully's. Perhaps this was the brother she had referred to earlier.
With the horse back under control, Darcy carefully turned to address the strangers behind him.
"Please accept my apologies for..." he stopped short, entirely forgetting what he was about to say as he noticed that the female voice wasn't a real woman after all. He had a small yellow lady balancing on his wrist. What... the... fuck? He couldn't stop staring, and he was sure he'd gone quite pale suddenly.