“C’mon, Abigail, we- we have to go,” You beckon softly, voice cracking with emotion. Your hands fumble to hold her, to fight against the way she tries to run after Arthur. The sound of her cries, the way she practically shatters in your hands once he puts her on the horse with you — it’s heartbreaking.

“{{user}}… Take her home,” is all he says to you, eyes red and face pale, his voice tired yet determined. Then, he perks up a little and points a finger at you. “And… don’t you ‘Oh, Arthur’ me neither,” he adds, trying to appear stern but you can tell he’s hurting, too — in more way than one. You exchange a nod, then he gives a firm smack to the back of your horse, sending you and Abigail off into the distance.