[ Not having known exactly what kind of help Leon needed, if it was help at all, she'd been a little sparse in bringing supplies. There was a romanticism in ripping up a skirt to use as binding and bandages... but unfortunately she'd opted for pants. The loosening of societal expectations to merely "fully clothed" had emboldened her. And it was better for horseback riding, anyway.
In short, she wasn't going to waste the experience of ripping up her trousers on him in this state.
But she did feel a bit guilty for how he was literally having to hold himself together behind her.
It feels bold to smile at the soft touch of his hand on her hip, the stroke of his thumb, but he can't see her face so she allows herself this. There's something picturesque about it, if she removes herself enough, of a stroll on horseback by moonlight. So of course her experience with it involves a wounded man and a worry she hasn't allowed herself to articulate, to keep her grounded, to remind her not to allow distraction. ]
You can owe me.
[ She forgets to stop smiling before she responds, and the warmth in her reply is undeniable. ]
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In short, she wasn't going to waste the experience of ripping up her trousers on him in this state.
But she did feel a bit guilty for how he was literally having to hold himself together behind her.
It feels bold to smile at the soft touch of his hand on her hip, the stroke of his thumb, but he can't see her face so she allows herself this. There's something picturesque about it, if she removes herself enough, of a stroll on horseback by moonlight. So of course her experience with it involves a wounded man and a worry she hasn't allowed herself to articulate, to keep her grounded, to remind her not to allow distraction. ]
You can owe me.
[ She forgets to stop smiling before she responds, and the warmth in her reply is undeniable. ]