Anastasia listened to him as he explained who he was. She nodded her head as she walked over to his horse, which was simple to find as it was the only one without a rider. She stopped and noticed a few people still looking, curious about what was happening, why the men were there, why she was leaving. She smiled at him when he asked her her name, "Anastasia Estella Miller... Although, I guess that isn't really my name... Since I'm not a Miller..." She looked at the door, "Well... I am... just not genetically."

She turned and looked at the horse. It was far to tall for herself but the rider was a fair bit taller than her. She attached her bag to the saddle and then took a deep breath. She knew full well how to ride and get onto a horse. Of course, she didn't know how to ride like a princess. Not to mention, she couldn't lift her leg high enough to reach his stirrup not without making herself look like a fool. She turned and face Samsul. She scratched the back of her head as she looked up at him, "Would you mind... um... Helping me up..."

She waited for him, feeling like a child needing to be helped onto a horse. She didn't even know that horses got that big.