Waver slid off Rider's lap with ease, pausing only to finish his wine. He had already paid at the bar, but left a few coins behind just in case someone questioned if he had paid for what he consumed.

Seeing Bucephalus again was strange, but not as disorienting as seeing Rider had been. Horses existed that looked like Bucephalus, that acted like Bucephalus. Still, he gave the horse a friendly hello pat before taking Rider's hand.

It was a smoother motion than before, thanks to Waver's longer legs and better control of his great long limbs. No half falling over the saddle, just a smooth hop up and settling against Rider. This was far more leisurely than the last time

"Don't go too fast then," Waver said. "I'm not going to be screaming over galloping hoofs."