Della flinched. "People are sick," she muttered, frowning at Rain's neck as they road.
She couldn't help it- she started to think of Adrien. Of what he might think of her now, her life, this job. He'd be so disappointed...or he'd think it was hilarious. For a moment she imagined she could hear his voice in her head.
"A merc, Dell? An assassin? You? Please! You've got the ferocity of a two week old kitten!"
Her hands clenched on the reins and her horse skittered nervously under her, jerking his head in protest. "Oh!" She realized what she was doing and forced her grip to relax, patting his neck. "Sorry, m'lad."