( His mouth turns down in distaste as she reaches for her ankle ropes, but he makes no move to stop her. Might as well let her loose them for this. The alternative is she pisses all over them and they're stuck with the smell for the rest of the trip. Humans are disgusting creatures, aren't they?

He leans back against a rock while the horse drinks, his arms crossed loosely over his chest, impassive. Unimpressed, unswayed, unsympathetic. )

You can eat on the horse. You can drink on the horse. And you can sleep- guess where?

( On the horse. )

Your little plan to drag ass until your pops can show up? Not exactly a genius maneuver. We're not slowing down. If the horse dies, I'll carry you there myself, and I promise it won't be as pleasant of a ride.