[Sieghart coughs. Damned wind. He can't blame the horses for this one as he tries to calm their nerves by relaying simple commands, including slowing down a tad, when they ride over the aforementioned bump. His back burns and his broken ribs steal the air from his lungs, but he soldiers through the pain.
While he hears Aikawa, Sieghart focuses on controlling the horses to the best of his abilities with a splinted arm and a mangled hand. After riding into war so many times, his mind reminds him that this is nothing. He hunkers down to prevent himself from sliding off. If he's able to wrangle the horses through the smoke, he'll speed up; otherwise, it's an ongoing struggle to reclaim control by soothing them in his currently limited capacity.]
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While he hears Aikawa, Sieghart focuses on controlling the horses to the best of his abilities with a splinted arm and a mangled hand. After riding into war so many times, his mind reminds him that this is nothing. He hunkers down to prevent himself from sliding off. If he's able to wrangle the horses through the smoke, he'll speed up; otherwise, it's an ongoing struggle to reclaim control by soothing them in his currently limited capacity.]