A squeak of fear squeezed out of the woman, but before she could get hurt Shawchert's strong arms wrapped around her waist and held her steady. She grappled for the side of the cart, finally finding hold after a few seconds of scrambling, and then was pulled to safety. She stared at him wide-eyed for a moment, panting gently, then she looked over the side of the cart again – this time with far less enthusiasm. “That could have hurt...” She muttered as she looked at the ground, and all the things she might have bounced off of if he hadn't caught her.
A moment later her gaze returned to Shawchert, and that smile pressed onto her muzzle again. Past him she could see the sparkling sea – the sun no longer cast orange hues on the horizon, now creeping higher in the sky as the morning moved on. She laughed softly, thinking of the first time they met. “Hey, you did it again,” she chortled as she thought about the time she was stuck so precariously in the apple tree. “My knight in shining armor.”