He looks at her, rain falling on his turned up face. She is a few inches taller than him, probably more than a few given that she is barefoot and he is not. And the woolen cloak makes him look bulkier than he is. "Meteoroid is a patient sort and teaches children how to ride on a regular basis. I assure you that he will not move unexpectedly and will let you take your time to get comfortable. Now, I am going to give you a boost and you are going to awkwardly flail about until you get yourself into the saddle. I will not laugh, but I cannot say the same for the hound."

Ferox squeezed her hand before letting go to weave his fingers together, "Hitch up your skirt a little, step into my hands, use my shoulder for balance, and grabbing the saddle, swing your other leg over his back. It sounds simple and never works out that way the first time, trust me."