And I’m sure Marshy will make for a great friend, but it is definitely past the horse’s bedtime, so let’s let Marshy get some sleep, alright?

[ His lips quirk faintly at the sound of her hiccups, the feel of her fingers curling in his shirt. It’s really hard to stay upset with her when she’s so damn adorable.

Then again, he didn’t really have the right to be upset in the first place, so that was his problem to manage.

Separating himself from her grip just enough that he could turn and crouch down in front of her, he glances back over his shoulder at her with a faint, crooked smile. It might not hold the level of warmth he normally sported, but there was still fondness in it, if a little subdued. ]

Come on, Princess. Let’s get you home, alright? Climb on.