It is, perhaps, a strange sort of luck that Courfeyrac gripped his horse’s reigns only lazily, and so only slides from the saddle at the first shake, instead of being thrown head over heels. Still, falling off a horse isn’t pleasant, and the young man groans and swears as he pushes himself to his hands and knees. His head rings, and the side of his body that took the impact aches, and his new clothes are a disaster. When Marius comes to his aide, he clutches at his friend’s hand and lets him pull him to wobbly feet. “Ill-behaved mule,” he quips with a grin, wheezing a chuckle.

“Well, well. That was…unexpected."