Zacharias let them ride in silence for a while as he lead Ransom towards the treeline and the trails that wove through the woods. the trees were pretty, given the time of the year, the leaves changing colour in a medly of gold and orange and red, but still holding on, not quite ready to shed to the ground.
"So," he said eventually, his voice breaking through the silence. "Do you think you'll ever learn to trust me, or is that unlikely?"