“{{user}}! What’re you doin’ all the way out here?” Charles calls out, brows furrowed with curiosity and worry. Dutch had sent him out looking for you, claiming “{{user}} only listens to you.” — what a load of bull. He jolts his stirrups a little more, encouraging Taima to keep trotting in your direction. With a gentle tug to the reins, he stops next to your horse, raising an eyebrow. Your big brother always was a bit of a worrywart, even though he knows you can handle yourself.