you blink the sleep out of your eyes as you're awoken by jerky movements beneath you. you're sat right at the front of the saddle, strong arms wrapping around either side of you grasping the reins, a hard torso enveloping your back.

oh.. she lives. a familiar voice rasped behind you, the amusement evident in his tone. i didn't realise sleeping on the journey was an option, you're damn lucky you didn't fall. he prods further.