“Not at all, pilgrim, I can handle it. Gawain,” he insisted. Handy shrugged and climbed up onto the wagon. The unicorn paid him no mind other than to give a snort of disapproval and shuffling further away from the human, not so much as sparing him a glance. Handy was perfectly fine with this, however, so he ignored the red unicorn’s rudeness, idly playing with the blue pendant Chrysalis had ‘given’ him as the scenery passed them by.