She stayed close to Todd as she walked to the stables, but she couldn't help but stop at one of the stalls to inspect the horse within. A few of the people in her mind had ridden at some point in their life, either simple riding or as part of a sport, and there was a sense of nostalgia circling her mind, feeding her own memories of the stables at the mansion. She'd never been much for riding herself, but she still reached out to smooth her hand along the nose of the horse, who sent a puff of breath at her playfully.

It was a struggle not to jump at the wraith that appeared close to her, especially with the way he was looking at her, the way he was holding his feeding hand. She glanced at him for just a moment, trying to keep her expression calm despite her racing heartbeat, and moved closer to the wraith she knew, the ones who knew her and didn't see her as a walking meal.