[ Grell falls into a stunned silence. People always come and go, so that means nothing to her; however, she can recognize the sentiment.
She raises a hand to settle over his wrist-- just as he kicks the horse into a full gallop! Yelping, she grasps onto his hand, instead. And immediately pulls away to grab at the horse once more, blushing ferociously. ]
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She raises a hand to settle over his wrist-- just as he kicks the horse into a full gallop! Yelping, she grasps onto his hand, instead. And immediately pulls away to grab at the horse once more, blushing ferociously. ]
W-what of tomorrow? A week from now? Next year?