[ In he comes and sweeps the Master off her feet and into his arms. Off they go!! The horse does not stop, and instead turns to face toward the Red Springs. ]

I have come upon these shores monthly, to make sure if you had ever come about. I would rightly be there to welcome you with mine Grace! There is much to tell you, shall I give you my report? Master?

[ It's easy for him to hold himself upon the back of his horse, with his legs alone. Arms having still held her, bridal style. With the intent of shifting her so that she could comfortably settle onto the horse herself as well. He had to see he face though, at first. Graced and blessed that she came about them unscathed. ]