He stumbled back slightly upon her grabbing onto him like some sort of blood-thirsty leach. Taking him by slight surprise, he stood there with his arms straight, an expression of slight confusion and awkwardness. His chin sat nicely on top of her head, being bristled by the semi-washed feel. He looked over to her horse, which was still breathing. Incredible how it survived, it was. [color=007236]"I...uhm...don't think you'll be riding that anytime soon."[/color] He thought about the connections between Hope and Yuri, the two sort of seeming similar in their own ways. Yuri, obviously, was a Horse-Lover. Tall, same sort of personality...it sort of left a strange shudder in himself. It could be the only explanation to why he'd not raged at her, murdering her once and for all. In his mind, she was his replacement...being the Titan version of who Yuri was. [color=007236]"You should probably come back to the Windmill and rest up...clearly you aren't in a position to zoom around a lot...I'm sure your friend could use one as well. We'll sort out your gas supply another day..."[/color] He sighed, beginning to shuffle his feet.