[ Even now, her cheeks warm when he kisses her. Looking down, she gives his hand a fond squeeze before she scoots over a reasonable distance. It's a decent distraction from the stares she feels upon them, so that she may not look their way so obviously.
Still, she can't help but glance. It's the stable hand, rather alarmed to see someone leaving without notice. It could be worse, but it still isn't good that they've been spotted! ]
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Still, she can't help but glance. It's the stable hand, rather alarmed to see someone leaving without notice. It could be worse, but it still isn't good that they've been spotted! ]
Perhaps a bit faster...