"Yeah." She approaches Promise, stroking a hand over his mane after a moment spent watching the horse watch her. He's a handsome thing, a soft shade of brown that reminds her of a horse that died long ago. "We had a few horses on the farm, before everything happened."

Beth's determined not to let the day turn sour on account of things that happened years ago, though. So she quickly adds, keeping her voice light, "It's like a bicycle. You don't forget."