“Right. A saddle.” She mustered another laugh but it broke up. She wouldn’t even know where to find one. In the marketplace? None of her thoughts really seemed to match up congruently, no linear pieces left – eyes shifting from him and to the images around, content for scarce seconds at their bliss, forgetting where she was. “I can’t wait to go again.” Even though it’d ended up like this.
Her smile remained, eyes flickering back towards Remi. “Edgar. He helps with some of the ships. I do too.” Or she did; but she wouldn’t be able to assist until she got well and whole again. “Do you think it will take me long to heal?”
Her smile remained, eyes flickering back towards Remi. “Edgar. He helps with some of the ships. I do too.” Or she did; but she wouldn’t be able to assist until she got well and whole again. “Do you think it will take me long to heal?”
