"I think," he comments, after having done the relative same with Lionheart - a good brushing, blanket, cleaning and stowing the tack and getting him food and water - and then looking at her. "I think you and I should take that lunch and head inside, sit by the fire. Dry you out, and feed ourselves. Like a picnic."

A beat.

"Cept indoors, though I'm sure Bar'll give us a blanket if we'd like one."