"I am sure if I asked ta borrow a horse, I could. But ye'd have ta teach me how ta ride." She did not intend for that to come out sounding so longing, for it wasn't necessarily horse back riding she pictured. Oh no, she had to let her eyes drift closed and try not to blush. It had been so long! So damned long since she had been merely hugged or kissed, a full decade almost. She had opportunities to be with others since her husband died, but it seemed like such a betrayal to her husband's memory for the longest time. But damn it, she was tired of being the merry widow. She wanted to be someone's wife! She wanted a small family, and love, and joy, and laughter! Would he fulfill that wish??

She looked up at him with a more serious, more guarded expression then and then down, almost removing her hand from his sleeve, he might even feel such hesitation from her in the way her fingers loosened. Oh, how she wanted him to grab her hand and pull her close, and the thought of it gave her both a thrill and trepidation.

What if he didn't want those things? She stopped walking, then, and looked up at him, saying softly, "Ye have ta know somet'in' about me. I haven't taken a turn wit' anyone since me husband, and he's been gone fer a long time. Near ta a decade even. I don't have anyone in me life ta declare yer intentions to but me. I need ta know what t'ey are. What are ye hopin fer?"