Daryl stays put, letting her take her time. No one's watching, and it costs him nothing, even if it makes him feel awkward and unworthy all at once. Not five feet away, a horse nickers softly. Daryl reaches out with his free hand to pat the thing's soft nose, not sure when he became a creature that comforts others. He just wanted to bring her back quick and safe, thus the rope, thus the horse.
"Didn't do nothing." Less than, as far as he's concerned.
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"Didn't do nothing." Less than, as far as he's concerned.
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She sniffles a bit, rubbing at her face to make sure there’s zero evidence of her little emotional moment. Then she tucks her hair behind her ear.
Wait. Is that a horse? Where did he find a horse?
“Oh - hello there. What a cutie!”
She’s cautious to approach it, holding out her hand to make sure the creature knows she’s okay.