[ it's too late to pull her hand away midstep-up, but a genuine look of horror crosses her face and she yanks her palm away once she's fully up, staring at first her bloodstained palm, and then at the poor, unfortunate horse. ]
Oh my god oh my god, I-- [ the sick feeling returns, but her eyes are also stinging now, and she swallows hard, trembling against her will as she reaches out to gently, apologetically touch the muzzle instead. ] I'm s-so sorry...
[ where is she? Who on earth was cruel enough to make a carousel of live horses? And what on earth is she supposed to do? ]
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Oh my god oh my god, I-- [ the sick feeling returns, but her eyes are also stinging now, and she swallows hard, trembling against her will as she reaches out to gently, apologetically touch the muzzle instead. ] I'm s-so sorry...
[ where is she? Who on earth was cruel enough to make a carousel of live horses? And what on earth is she supposed to do? ]