One of the horse's ears pricked toward her and he planted his feet, stopping, so she would of course be forced to pet him some more. Phillip was a good master, of course, and it helped that he was rather more able to understand what his steed was saying than most men but he wasn't really the sort of horseman who would spend time searching out his horse's itchy spots.
Phillip, lost in his own thoughts, gets to the end of the reins before he realizes the horse has stopped. He blinks and turns slowly to look back at them both. "Sampson says thank you," Phillip said, rolling his eyes at the horse, "and that he'd appreciate you scratching under his jaw, if you'd be so kind."
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