[Honestly, that little run-in with the carriage probably aged her about twenty years. And there she had been trying to pull on his rope like it was a set of reins. That little mishap aside, she got a good look at everything and made a few notes of some items they'd need and which shops to revisit.
But then the path ended and though she's not the one doing all the walking, she wonders just how much farther it is...
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But then the path ended and though she's not the one doing all the walking, she wonders just how much farther it is...
She hops off the crate to join him.]
So what'll we do with all this stuff, then?