Clem kept her hands firmly twisted in his mane, low at the withers like she'd been taught, holding on with her legs as they cut through the countryside. She had to admit it was a rush, the speed and the wind in her hair. It pushed away a lot of her initial unhappiness about the whole situation- at least on the surface. When they arrived at the apartments, she was in a considerably more easy-going mood. Honestly ready to forget the whole moon.
Not that it would be hard, since she didn't remember it anyway.