[It's the faint touch of magic that gets Hubert to open his yes. They settle on Leslie and the rest of the world snaps back into focus, finally able to hear her sobs over his thundering pulse and the rush of his breath.]
[Her trembling doesn't escape him; Hubert's hand raises to hover by her side warily, for all the good his wounded shoulder would be able to support her.]
For what? Quick thinking that saved my life? [Granted, an argument could be made that it never would have been endangered in the first place if Leslie hadn't ventured out, or Hubert would have handled the fight very differently had he not been concerned about another. That said, after they were thrown from the horse, Leslie's desperate stand had bought him the seconds he needed to recover.]
[His eyes flicker across her scrapes and down to her injured ankle.] You should not be standing.
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[Her trembling doesn't escape him; Hubert's hand raises to hover by her side warily, for all the good his wounded shoulder would be able to support her.]
For what? Quick thinking that saved my life? [Granted, an argument could be made that it never would have been endangered in the first place if Leslie hadn't ventured out, or Hubert would have handled the fight very differently had he not been concerned about another. That said, after they were thrown from the horse, Leslie's desperate stand had bought him the seconds he needed to recover.]
[His eyes flicker across her scrapes and down to her injured ankle.] You should not be standing.