[They'll feel a light jerk as Nier's feet spur Freya into motion, and she immediately breaks off into a slow trot with a tiny, pleased whinny.]

See? Not so bad.

[She's steady, graceful even, as she makes her way to the beaten path, Tifa helping to steer her as she reaches around to give the reins a gentle tug in its direction.]

So, where exactly were we headed again? There were a few places I could think of that would have some flowers...