There is a moment, however brief, when she considers wielding a bit of magic to assist him, letting the strength of chaos give him the pressing boost he needs to shift himself into a proper straddle, and then just as quickly as the thought rises she dismisses it. He hasn't requested her aid, and she has the strong sense he wants to see whether he can achieve this on his own power, so she can just as easily step around to the front of the horse, maintaining a steady grasp on the reins to keep it from shifting while he settles himself.
She glances up, though, right at the instant that he plants down in the saddle properly, and it's his lean forward that brings him even closer to her for that brief span — close enough to likely notice her smile as it rises, as she finally steps around to the side of the mount.
"Where do you want me to sit? In front or behind?" She'll let him have control of the reins, but part of her has almost missed being on a horse, so she's not about to ignore the chance to join him now that it's presented itself.
"Behind, if you please," he said. He was going to need to lean like this the whole way or his twisted back would unbalance him and send him to the ground, and he didn't want to be draping all of his weight on her. He grabbed the saddle again and pushed himself as snugly up against the horn as his balls would allow, unsure if there would be room for her in the saddle with him or if she'd need to be behind it.
It's less complicated for her to draw herself up and settle in the saddle behind him — the cut of her skirt is deceptive enough that she can tuck it between her legs in order to ride astride, but given that it's the both of them nestled together, she instinctively wraps one of her arms around his waist, her thighs pressing in on the outside of his own.
"How does that feel?" There's no indication that she's touching him for any greater purpose other than necessity, nor is she attempting to use this proximity for any ulterior motive; she can bear a little discomfort on her side, but what she doesn't want is for the press of her body to create any sensation that might evoke more pain for him for the duration of their shared ride.
Seg nodded. "Fine enough. You feel secure?" he asked. Without his braces, there were few pains to contend with -- it was the choice he'd been forced to make, living pain-free and bed-bound or wearing painful devices that allowed him to walk. He'd chosen to walk. He shifted a little so her arm around his waist was comfortable, and once she was settled, nudged the horse to start walking.
"Shall we make for the elevator? Return me to public housing?" he asked, as the horse picked its way between the people working at the stable.
"More than," she murmurs, though she doesn't initiate any closer position to him apart from that arm wrapped around his midsection, a choice made as much to steady herself given that she isn't currently in command of the reins. In spite of the condition of his legs, what she can feel beneath her fingertips, through the layer of his clothing, is slight muscle, warmth that she briefly presses her palm to.
"If you should ever find yourself in need of rescuing again, I'll be sure to bring the horse in advance," she replies, a light attempt at humor that she instinctively hopes he'll interpret as being in the spirit that it's intended.
Seg laughed softly at that. "Might cut down on time, indeed," he agreed.
He had to shift a couple of times, but he found a way to sit comfortably in the saddle that left room for Yennefer and the horse seemed willing to tolerate. They drew a few odd looks, riding a horse down the street, but Seg ignored them stubbornly and headed for the elevator to the Down. He wasn't looking forward to being stuck there, but he did look forward to this all being over so he could rest awhile.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
She glances up, though, right at the instant that he plants down in the saddle properly, and it's his lean forward that brings him even closer to her for that brief span — close enough to likely notice her smile as it rises, as she finally steps around to the side of the mount.
"Where do you want me to sit? In front or behind?" She'll let him have control of the reins, but part of her has almost missed being on a horse, so she's not about to ignore the chance to join him now that it's presented itself.
no subject
no subject
"How does that feel?" There's no indication that she's touching him for any greater purpose other than necessity, nor is she attempting to use this proximity for any ulterior motive; she can bear a little discomfort on her side, but what she doesn't want is for the press of her body to create any sensation that might evoke more pain for him for the duration of their shared ride.
no subject
"Shall we make for the elevator? Return me to public housing?" he asked, as the horse picked its way between the people working at the stable.
no subject
"If you should ever find yourself in need of rescuing again, I'll be sure to bring the horse in advance," she replies, a light attempt at humor that she instinctively hopes he'll interpret as being in the spirit that it's intended.
no subject
He had to shift a couple of times, but he found a way to sit comfortably in the saddle that left room for Yennefer and the horse seemed willing to tolerate. They drew a few odd looks, riding a horse down the street, but Seg ignored them stubbornly and headed for the elevator to the Down. He wasn't looking forward to being stuck there, but he did look forward to this all being over so he could rest awhile.