“To muck out the stable?” His eyes narrow. “Don’t tempt me. I was planning to help you overcome your fear of alicorns and flying, but if you’d prefer to clean out the stalls…” He shrugs, awaiting my reply. Snarky delivery or not, his willingness to help softens something in my chest. A stupid lump forms in my throat. “Getting over my fear sounds good. Thank you.” “Let’s see if you’re still thanking me come morning. Now, if you’re done playing damsel in distress for tonight, I’m going to get some sleep.”
