It was a step up from yelling woman, get on my horse. Not that Sakura knew that, of course.

She leaped on, landing with a pained thump because the back of a horse was not meant for cushioned landings, and hurt a bone of hers Marco would be lucky to hear about in other contexts (kind of) with no real comment other then a sharp intake of air and two hands twinning their way into his mane. "Ready whenever," she said, not bothering to look back, and clamping her legs tightly to his much less round horse barrel.