[ he can almost even see the flicker in her eye that believes exactly what he's saying, and with how he's technically supposed to be training her to be more comfortable, he should likely feel guilty for implying the idea, but as he settles into his own saddle, his personal amusement is only even more evident snide curl of his lips.

when she speaks up, he manages to swallow back a laugh, even if the inclination is written in his eyes when he looks to her, snagging his own reins and turning the horse's direction with ease as he aligns it alongside hers. ]

Can't wait. You ready to start moving or should I come back in a few hours when you've nudged forward a few more inches?