"Call me Bruce, that would be preferable. Also, gather all the Awakened in this village for me."
"No problem, sir," she replied, visibly brightening. Even if uncertain, she was grateful, this was more help than she expected. Hope was still hope, even if thin.
As Bruce rubbed the horse's mane, trying to familiarize himself with the beast, he found himself commenting, "Your mutant horse is as beautiful as you are, and remarkably tame."
Selphie flushed, stumbling slightly over her words. "Thank you, um... Bruce."
With a quick motion, she mounted the horse and looked down at him. "Sir Bruce, climb up and hold on tight. I'll take you to the village square."
Bruce was well aware of her cowgirl skills, and, though he didn't want to admit it, he didn't know how to ride a horse.
