{He smiles, pleased, when Xingchen is settled on his saddle. Then he leaps, as if gravity doesn't matter, onto his horse's back. He lands so lightly that the horse gives a little start when he grabs hold of the reins. When did he come back?!}

You needn't fight for me. I have seen many battles.

{And he might see more, though his heart is sickened at the possibility.}

Lead on; your stallion knows the way better. My youngling is the student.