Arren laughed a little, having to recover her balance as Ashendar pulled her horse closer. "Woah! Hey now!" she cried. "Hm, someone's awfully sure of himself," she said, reaching over to rub the back of his head, smirking at him. "Don't get too ahead of yourself now...I might end up drinking you under the table tonight. It's a Weatherbie tradition to put men to the test, you know," she said, passing him her heavy skin full of stout.