Harrowheart flops his arm over Runa's shoulder and looks down at her with a broad, slightly inebriated smile. "Runa. Darling. You and me, we can do anything. We probably can't do it good, but we can do it."

He pats her, then disengages from their half-hug to look her up and down. "If you're gonna be the knight, you're gonna want some kinda armor. You ever wore armor before? You know, my set oughta fit you..."

There's only a foot's height difference between them, after all.

"And you know how to ride a horse?"