Katherine might worry about slowing her own self down in time, were she on another steed. But Nova's a smart fella, and he's already slackening off his speed before Katherine even pulls back on the reins. She clucks and coos at him, with what breath she can muster.

As she comes up on Doc's side, he'll notice that somewhere along the way her hair fell from its carefully constructed bun, and is now falling around her ears in soft, windblown curls.

He might also notice that the look in her eyes isn't entirely dissimilar to the glare in the gelding's.

He'll certainly have never seen her look more wild than in this instant. It's not something she shows often.