"Cars are quite rare. You don't happen to know how to ride a horse, do you?"
A little flippant - she rides, of course, and has since childhood. Her one allotted hobby, permissive only due to career relevance. Suddenly, Integra comes to a stop, watching Dean with a slight frown on her face. To one side, through arched windows, there's a courtyard; the fountain in the center is old, moss-covered and cracked.
"I can ask you if you're all right."
Her heart's in it, but her heart doesn't ever get to make decisions. That nagging feeling - her senses dealing with this sort of thing already out of touch, strained and forced having to cope with Seras; she wants to be supportive of Dean. But her delicate emotional handling is a bit like a sledgehammer. It's not the nicest gesture to go shoving that on someone without warning, so - well. Perhaps it's the thought that counts.
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A little flippant - she rides, of course, and has since childhood. Her one allotted hobby, permissive only due to career relevance. Suddenly, Integra comes to a stop, watching Dean with a slight frown on her face. To one side, through arched windows, there's a courtyard; the fountain in the center is old, moss-covered and cracked.
"I can ask you if you're all right."
Her heart's in it, but her heart doesn't ever get to make decisions. That nagging feeling - her senses dealing with this sort of thing already out of touch, strained and forced having to cope with Seras; she wants to be supportive of Dean. But her delicate emotional handling is a bit like a sledgehammer. It's not the nicest gesture to go shoving that on someone without warning, so - well. Perhaps it's the thought that counts.