[He isn't the heaviest thing she's ever carried, but he's no feather weight. The quick pace she fell into so easily before is ruined by the way he barely clings on, how heavy her forelegs slam into the floor, and though there'd been no question she would outrun the Minotaur before... it's not seeming too clear any longer.]
Shut your mouth and hand me an arrow, or I shall gut you myself!
[And he'd deserve it. His body is blocking easy access to her quiver, but it's near his head, and she can't risk taking her eyes off the treacherous terrain with its risks of falls or slips, snarling back at him over the whip of wind and roar of beast.]
DONT U PUT THAT THROW UP ON ME RICKY BOBBY
Shut your mouth and hand me an arrow, or I shall gut you myself!
[And he'd deserve it. His body is blocking easy access to her quiver, but it's near his head, and she can't risk taking her eyes off the treacherous terrain with its risks of falls or slips, snarling back at him over the whip of wind and roar of beast.]