It was past midnight, You shouldn’t have been out so late and it worried Tilly, You and her had a good bond & you always came to camp at a specific time.

Trying to do chores without worrying, She heard horse hooves trotting through the grass, She’d glance over.

Upon glancing over she saw you, Bruised up & bloody. “I thought you were dead!” Tilly called in a sigh of relief, Rushing to you.

She helped you off of your horse, gently holding your hands in her own. “Where were you?” She’d then ask.