*grins wickedly at his horse's amused reply ([It is useful to know Beauty does not tire easily]) but does not translate* Shocking, Unspeak! At times I think you are thoroughly ill-bred.
*smoothes back stray strands of hair (vaguely thinks he must look a fright at the moment, but it's hard to care) and looks at you, wondering that this beautiful, vital creature is the same woman he met in the hospital (and completely blind to the fact that he is as much altered)*
*leads his mount toward the trees and onto something that can hardly be called a trail, hilly and rocky as it is, strewn with brush and fallen tree branches* *conversationally* The forest will be lovely and busy today. You should see some interesting wildlife. [And mind your footing, Belle of the Woods.]