Finding their stride (Myssi, open)

[lorilie]

Seamus narrowed his eyes. "Looks can be decieving." He told himself under his breath, looking down at his boots. The same could be said for himself. It could be said for just about anybody.

He was grateful the girl would let him look at her injury. No matter how much she said it wasn't serious, it still needed attention.

Seamus' long, delicately made hands ran over of cheek, brushing over the red mark with the gentleness of a butterfly's wings touching her face in a fleeting kiss. He drew away a second later and looked at her. "I'd put some ice on it as soon as possible to make sure it doesn't bruise or swell up."

As he spoke, his mind whirled. He had to formulate a plan to catch Andrews, or die trying.

[Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω]

Cara drew in a sharp breath as his fingers gently grazed her cheek. She then shrugged off his concern. "I'll bathe it in an arnica solution once I have finished with Arlette." And she would. She'd treat it like any other injury she'd had in the past, she'd tend to it so that the healing happened as quickly as possibly and push it to the back of her mind. "I've done worse when misjudging my mount on the beam." Hitting the beam at full speed was never any fun.

She turned back to her mare and once again swung into the saddle. The mare shifted under her told the girl that she was now getting annoyed with all the mounting and dismounting. "Sorry, sweet." She whispered as she rubbed the mare's neck and squeezed her forward.