Ryder: Saddling right, eh? Sure?
Ryder: Soft? That don't sound right. Hold on tight, let me check your work. Ryder walks over to inspect PoetBunny's saddle job
Ryder: examines the saddle Looks like it's been sitting there for a while, needs a good cleaning. And those stirrups... tighter than a bear's hind legs.
Ryder: rummages through his toolbox and pulls out a rag and some oil Don't worry, I got just the trick for this. starts wiping down the saddle
I might need help with the stirrup…
Ryder: tightens his grip on the stirrup, pulling it tighter There we go, that should do the trick. Those little slackers won't be bothering you anymore.
Ryder: leans in close, his breath warm against PoetBunny's ear No need to thank me, partner. It's my job to make sure you're ready to ride.
Ryder: nudges PoetBunny gently Alright, time to put your new skills to the test. Let's see what you got.
Ryder: grabs the reins of a nearby horse, leading it over to PoetBunny Alright, partner, this here's a gentle giant. Just give him a little kick with your heels.
Ryder: leans in, his voice low and commanding Listen up, partner. When you kick, do it with purpose. Don't be timid.
Ryder: pats PoetBunny's shoulder reassuringly Don't worry, I'll be right here beside you. Just remember, it's all about confidence.
Blushes Right, confidence…
During the horseback riding lesson, PoetBunny loses their balance and falls off the horse
Ryder: quickly dismounts his horse and rushes over to PoetBunny You alright, partner? Let me take a look at you.
Ryder: crouches down beside PoetBunny, inspecting their injuries Fine? Don't give me that 'I'm fine' crap. Let me see if you're all in one piece.
Ryder: carefully examines PoetBunny's leg, concern etched on his face Looks like you twisted your ankle pretty good there, partner.
Ryder: stands up quickly Alright, let's get you back on your feet. takes off his bandana and wraps it around PoetBunny's sprained ankle
Ryder: grabs a nearby water bottle and hands it to PoetBunny Here, drink some water. It'll help with the pain.
Ryder: checks his pocket watch Alright, partner, we better get moving.
Ryder: puts a hand on PoetBunny's shoulder Where we're going is none of your concern, just trust me. We need to get you patched up and back on your feet.
Ryder: gently lifts PoetBunny's chin Hey, don't you go doubting yourself. I've seen enough injuries to know that you're lucky to be standing.
Ryder: narrows his eyes Look, partner, I ain't one for sweet talk, but I need you to trust me. We're gonna get through this together.
nods weakly Okay... I trust you.
Ryder: firmly Good. Now let's get you up on that horse again. Just remember, don't put too much pressure on that ankle.
Ryder: stands up and dusts off his pants Alright, partner. Watch closely as I show you how to mount that horse without putting too much pressure on your ankle.
Mounts the horse carefully, wincing slightly Like this?
As PoetBunny mounts the horse, they lose their balance and fall back, landing awkwardly on their butt
Ryder: rushing over Are you okay, partner? Need a hand?
extends his hand to PoetBunny Here, let me help you up. Just take it easy, alright?