"Yes," she says lightly, hardly out of breath; her cheeks are pink from the chill of the early morning, and she'd slowly observed everything as they'd ridden, watching the sun come up and begin to bathe their surroundings in golden light. She's surprised, mostly, by how - contented she feels, doing barely anything at all. Even silence between them is not an uncomfortable thing.

She reaches down to gently pat Phillip's neck in encouragement, and the horse whickers in response, a soft rumbling sound that makes her laugh. "What is the name of this town?"