"Your terms restrict me from helping." Resa told him.
"All you'll do is teaCh me how to fight."
"I said I'd teach you to be a hero. There's more to being a hero than to fighting." Resa told him.
He rolled his eyes. "Are you almost done?"
Resa looked at him again. "Agree to my terms."
He groaned and nodded.
Resa smiled, finishing up and putting everything away. She whistled and her horse came over.
He grimaced and watched her.
"Are you alright with riding together?" Resa asked him. "Or shall we take to walking and allowing Dart to carry all belongings?"
"Walking is fine," he muttured.
Resa pouted but didn't argue with him. She put everything in the saddle bags and offered him a hand.
He glared at it.
Resa quirked a brow. "Want help or not?"
He sighed and took her hand.
Resa helped her up, smiling softly.
He got up and scooted as far from her as possible.
(Typing one handed in the dark.)
Resa pouted again. "What's wrong? You're not scared are you?"
"No, just not good friends with horses."
"Oh." Resa looked at her horse. "Dart's friendly though...and as long as you don't bother him he won't bother you." She looked back at him. "You should relax a little."
He looked at her and sighed. "Head down this rode. We'll get into town."