[There's no argument at the pace, too deep in herself as she idly matches it. Her dress feels sticky against her skin where the blood splattered, and Merida squeezed her eyes shut to push the thought back, steadying her breath. Blood had never bothered her before. She skinned rabbits and got rid of their guts with ease, watched blood seep into a deer's pelt after her arrow struck, sliced open fish as easily as fresh butter. That had been none of those things, nothing she was familiar with.
She's grateful Gilgamesh doesn't talk. It lets her slip away, lets her feel Angus nuzzling at her shoulder, a huff leaving him as he's placed in the stables, tail swishing behind him. He licks at her cheek as she holds his neck, fingers deep in his mane, warm tongue brushing over her skin and wiping away the slimy feeling. Her fingers leave, groping around her treat pouch and finding a stray apple before Gilgamesh has her attention, turning her head to look at him as Angus knocks the treat from her hand. He didn't want that (not right now, he'd have it later), making sure his rider was comforted was his priority right now, but she was being called away.]
Aye.
[It's small, but it's something. It doesn't come out croakily like her words back in the alleyway, but she strokes Angus' muzzle, whispers "I'll be back", and turns to him.]
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She's grateful Gilgamesh doesn't talk. It lets her slip away, lets her feel Angus nuzzling at her shoulder, a huff leaving him as he's placed in the stables, tail swishing behind him. He licks at her cheek as she holds his neck, fingers deep in his mane, warm tongue brushing over her skin and wiping away the slimy feeling. Her fingers leave, groping around her treat pouch and finding a stray apple before Gilgamesh has her attention, turning her head to look at him as Angus knocks the treat from her hand. He didn't want that (not right now, he'd have it later), making sure his rider was comforted was his priority right now, but she was being called away.]
Aye.
[It's small, but it's something. It doesn't come out croakily like her words back in the alleyway, but she strokes Angus' muzzle, whispers "I'll be back", and turns to him.]