"I wouldn't dream of it." With an easy, relaxed grace, he swings into the cab and takes the seat beside Angela. Reaching one long arm upward, he raps on the ceiling to let the driver know that they're ready. A chirrup to the horses drifts back from the front, then the fall of hooves mingles with the creak of the wheels and the jingle of the harness as they pull away from the inn.

Tadhg takes Angela's hand and smiles, nodding at her boots. "And worry not, you're dressed perfectly for the next step." His expression turns thoughtful; he really should ask ... "Have you ever ridden before? Horses, that is."