[ The mare gives Leon the eye as they approach, assessing, and huffs loudly at his curse. Ada purses her lips together in such a way that makes it a little too obvious she's trying not to smile.
It's not funny in slightest, seeing him in pain, seeing him broken like he always inevitably seems to become. It's always only a matter of time, isn't it?
But she smiles at that pitiful, bleak look he gives her, and reaches out, cups his face in a feather-light touch, then drops her hand. ]
I think so.
[ She glances around for a moment until she locates something that could work as a step up, because she's damn sure Leon hefting his full weight up right now is out of the question, and leads the mare over to it, just a few steps. She hops up first, adjusts forward in the saddle, then turns at the waist to pat the saddle behind her. ]
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It's not funny in slightest, seeing him in pain, seeing him broken like he always inevitably seems to become. It's always only a matter of time, isn't it?
But she smiles at that pitiful, bleak look he gives her, and reaches out, cups his face in a feather-light touch, then drops her hand. ]
I think so.
[ She glances around for a moment until she locates something that could work as a step up, because she's damn sure Leon hefting his full weight up right now is out of the question, and leads the mare over to it, just a few steps. She hops up first, adjusts forward in the saddle, then turns at the waist to pat the saddle behind her. ]
Get on. You're riding shotgun.