The combined Arnican and Lysean parties were now traveling at a much faster speed. Once again, Prince Leal rode his horse right by the carriage window. After their recent interactions, Hilde had become more aware of this—and of the fact that he was doing it on purpose.
Earlier, when they rose from their seats after a rushed but filling meal, she’d stepped subtly around the table to reach the Viscount's side. It was an instinctual reaction after noticing that Leal had made a move towards her. It seemed his intent had been to bring Hilde out of the inn the same way she'd entered it: in his arms.
She couldn't really blame him for thinking she still needed the help. No logic in this world could explain how she'd gotten enough of her strength back that she could now at least walk by herself,
