She's not ready to be right. Being right on this loads some kind of meaning into the rest of it, doesn't it? So it makes her rock back on her heels, her head swinging up. Ellie stills for a moment, deer in the headlights. But then the horse shifts behind her and bumps against her with his shoulder. The sharp line of her shoulders eases and her eyes drops to her feet.

"Okay." She nods, rocking gently on her feet. "Okay good."