[The bobbing of the horse's head knocks Tifa back into him, and she apologizes with a sheepish laugh before leaning awkwardly scooting forward again.
And she would agree with him if it weren't for one concern—if they turned around, would they be going in the right direction? With all the fog, it's hard to tell if they've been going in a straight line this whole time, or if they've made turns and bends along the way. They've gone off the path several times throughout the day, so they'd need to take that into account, too.
She trusts him though, so she simply nods.]
I guess.
[Although she thinks it would wiser to stay put until the fog clears, but... that also comes with its own dangers, which won't take long to make themselves known, even when they're on the move. While it's silent, the horse's hooves pad against the ground as it grinds to a halt, and Tifa looks back over her shoulder at Eustace, a look of worry clear as day.
She doesn't know a lot about horses, but she knows that when they get spooked, that means something isn't quite right.]
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And she would agree with him if it weren't for one concern—if they turned around, would they be going in the right direction? With all the fog, it's hard to tell if they've been going in a straight line this whole time, or if they've made turns and bends along the way. They've gone off the path several times throughout the day, so they'd need to take that into account, too.
She trusts him though, so she simply nods.]
I guess.
[Although she thinks it would wiser to stay put until the fog clears, but... that also comes with its own dangers, which won't take long to make themselves known, even when they're on the move. While it's silent, the horse's hooves pad against the ground as it grinds to a halt, and Tifa looks back over her shoulder at Eustace, a look of worry clear as day.
She doesn't know a lot about horses, but she knows that when they get spooked, that means something isn't quite right.]