It is weird. Katherine's still-gloved hands are light on the reins, but she still has them double-wrapped, to be sure she has that needed control. She's sitting very proper, but she's not overly tense. Just aware.

She nods in return, giving him the go ahead to take the lead. But before she starts out, she leans forward in her saddle to stroke Nova's beautiful neck, whispering surreptitiously in his velvety ear.

Almost in understanding, or perhaps agreement, he nickers quietly, stamping his foreleg twice. And Katherine smiles.