"Oh really? And what words might those be? I would hate for you to be inaccurate."

He winked back, letting the kittens decide what to do about the offered digit. He had his own ideas, but kept them to himself for the moment. Nikita sniffled, little nose twitching, and finally butted her head against it. Leonard, for his part, seemed unconcerned and was happy to snooze in his spot against the horse's flank, absorbing its warmth.

The air was filled only with their sound of their conversation and the crunch of the horses' hooves now, with the occasional creak of leather. They had passed through the gates and were edging towards the forests, and Kirk was glad he had remembered to bring a cloak. One could tend to forget within Skyhold and its strange, unseasonal warmth.