Ms. Torie hardly weighed a thing as she adjusted to wrap her arms around his neck to keep balanced. Small, lithe, adept; Anthony was glad she was all those things and more. It would have been much harder to manage if not. He was quick to note that this new proximity brought back a wave of angst at everything that had been lost between them, but he didn’t let himself think about it too long. Instead he marched towards the far side of the bank towards the cabin as she continued speaking. It wasn’t until her cool fingers pressed against his cheek that the brunette’s determination faltered. He paused to look at her and oh was that a mistake. Perfect blue hues, brighter and deeper than his own, swept up Anthony Alderton in a moment of pure admiration. He could see in the lady’s expression none of the hostility he was surprised at himself for expecting. Instead he saw concern and rationality, not a hint of hysteria. He let out a staggering sigh and leaned unconsciously into her hand. “I don’t think I could get us up these banks to the horses,” he admitted, quietly. It was why he’d opted for the cabin instead. “I promise it’s not far from here. Just around that bend there is a shallow slope which sits at the base of the cabin. I can deposit you inside and then walk back across to reach the horses and your wand.” It would be easy enough to cross back the short distance from the high side of these banks. Maybe then they could send a note for help.
“Do you trust me?” He whispered, hoping to earn the lady’s blessing without being overt. He didn’t want to drag her against her will, certainly, but it felt important for her to be in agreement of his plan.
Victoire Malfoy & muse song (it's especially fitting because tombé means fall lol)
© darling MJ for this spectacular sight