The bloodloss was clearly starting to get to him. A strange peasent man seemed to have found him and was talking to a...thing. Something he held in his hand. God had he been found by a sorcerer. The possible sorcerer was asking him if he was alright though, and clearly he was not.
"I can likely walk sir if you aid me."
Though his arm was injured, caught up in a sling, and so perhaps aiding the King in walking was beyond his ken. "Can you at least tell me where I am if I am to lie still and wait for further help. I had no intention of leaving that battlefield without my crown and it seems now that I do not have it so someone took me from there. I must return. I have to." Abandoning his cause and those loyal to him was not something he would have done willingly and it stung more than the wound to think they would now believe him a coward.
"I must return to London if not the battlefield. I need to gather forces, I need..."
Looking around as much as he could from where he lay prone though Richard knew this wasn't home. Or anywhere like it.
"Where am I? Who are you? Do you know who took me?"