“But you’re so concerned that you bring your sword?” she laughed. “I’ve left word. Someone should know, if you’re needed. It’s sure I won’t be.” Summer picked up the rug and cushions, carrying them inside to her mare and strapping them on.
”I needed something so I wouldn’t feel so naked,” he tells her, following her inside and securing everything to one of the horses, checking all the buckles before he swung himself up onto the mare. “You’re so thoughtful.”
Her mouth twitched at the word ‘naked’, concealing a smile. “I do try.” Tucking her skirts up, she mounted neatly, gathering the reins into her hands. “Will you lead, cariad?”