The branches never quite reached her to grab at her hair, despite the closeness of the forest. The ground beneath her feet ran green and soft, and she found it pleasantly springy. Her horse knelt to allow her on and the extra weight of the man behind her only set the horse to nickering briefly before her hand smoothed over the muscles of the elegant neck. They were off, moments later, traveling the forest with an easy pace.
The heat radiating off the person behind her was heady, and ridiculously, she felt compelled to lean back into it. Of course, that was foolishness, and she wouldn't do it; in fact, she straightened her back a little and ensured that there was as little connection between them as could be maintained while sharing the back of a horse. It wasn't much... Why she reacted to him this way, she didn't know. She was very happy with Errol - in love, in fact - and why anyone else would tug at her the way Logan did... it didn't make sense to her.
She resolved herself to ignore the sensation.
"What do you like to have for breakfast?" she asked, turning her head a little to catch him from the corner of her eye. Breakfast seemed an innocuous topic of conversation. Innocuous. That's what she needed right now. And, it would help set her mind in the frame of 'task' -- the task of cooking for him.