"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.
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"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.
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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.