I would've been sixteen then, just learning to ride a horse. Every part of me was sore for weeks from that.

( This is far too pleasant an occasion to mention being sold, or the rape that had comprised her wedding night. Or the better part of her marriage.

Instead, she gracefully comes back to him, tugging at his hand to follow her. )

Worth waiting for, though. I like your beard.

( When they've drawn closer to each other, she brushes the tip of her nose against it, sighing deeply. She doesn't mention a lack of food either. )

Mm, that's more than true enough. But I've been growing tired of it; I'll need to prepare meals in advance, then.

If we want to have the energy to keep watching each other and more, we'll find a way.

( Necessity being the motivation for invention, along with its mother. )