Jack, by contrast, is not nearly so smooth at mounting his ride. It's not because of his height, he's right on par with Sansa on that front, but because he's never ridden a horse while wearing a prosthetic leg before. It takes a little bit more dedicated attention to navigate it into the stirrup than he remembers from the last time he rode one properly, which was — jesus, like, ten years ago or something?

But he manages, and with only a slight little shuffle of discontent from his gelding. He's more than happy to follow her lead, and sets off at a gentle clip beside her.

"Oh, right. Hey. I'm Jack. I think I've seen you around before, I'm just not really a- social... person."