"Shit, you kidding me?" Erik still rides with the hesitance of someone new to all this horseriding shit (because he is) and having a few excursions under his belt has only made him more aware of how easily one could fall from the saddle and break their skull open all over everything.

But Edgard has a point. He doesn't want to spend hours upon hours just getting there.

"'Aight. You set the pace, and I'll do my best to keep up and keep my ass in the saddle." Gotta do Athessa proud, or something.