With no more than a faint chinking of bridles, they set off into the starlit night. There was no conversation among the men, only a general sense of wary watchfulness. The horses broke into a trot as soon as they reached the road, jostling Claire uncomfortably. However, Jamie seemed to have little trouble, despite being unable to use his right hand. Claire noticed this and couldn't help but admire his resilience and adaptability. With little to do and their clothes soaked through, she felt his thighs pressing against hers, subtly guiding the horse as she held on for dear life.