<div style="text-align: justify;">Elizabeth was also immensely relieved to see Wil’s horse. It seemed like some bigger force was looking over them to make sure they were safe. Her own horse, used to being obedient to the rider, was probably in possession of the thief. She would miss it, but there was nothing that could be done now. And they at least had a horse to transport them back home faster.<br/><br/>Nodding when Wil said they were saved, Elizabeth hesitated when the squire said she should ride and he would lead from the ground. That wouldn’t really make their way home speedy. And time was most definitely an issue. That, and, although she didn’t plan on admitting that, Elizabeth wasn’t very sure she wanted to ride a war horse on her own, with a regular saddle to make things even harder on her.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that she blushed when Wylyam said that they would be in very close quarters should they ride together, Elizabeth didn’t change her mind. “But Si… Wil”, she protested meekly. “We should not linger, as we need to reach Lake Palace as soon as we possibly can”, the young woman reminded him.<br/><br/>She would insist - in her meek and kind way - until Wil finally agreed to ride with her. It would take them some time to settle in a comfortable position, but once they did, Elizabeth rested her back against Wil’s chest, her head leaning close to his right shoulder. They were indeed in very close quarters, but that didn’t bother Elizabeth at all. On the contrary, it made her feel safe and happy.<br/><br/>Before they could start moving, thought, Elizabeth felt she should check on Wylyam, and thus she moved her face to look at him before asking a question in her usual caring intonation. “Do I bother you by leaning against you like this, Wil?”, she inquired, her blue eyes locked with his so she could see whether or not he would answer truthfully.</div>