"How young?" Zacharias asked as they walked down the line of stalls. He paused now and then to rub his hand against the velvety muzzle of one horse or another as they made their way.
"Do you feel confident enough to go up on your own? Or do you want to ride with me?" He was fine either way - although he did rather like the thought of the second option. To have that perfect reason to be pressed behind Merlin, an arm around his waist.