[He half expected that response from her, but he didn't really see a difference. I guess it was the way she thought about it. He was riding her, just not steering or any of the other implications of a her being a horse.

He stared up and took a breath before he started his climb. Slick meant there weren't good footholds but he scrambled up somehow. It was not an elegant ascent, he'd say that.]

What am I supposed to hold on to?