[ Driving is nothing like riding a horse or steering a wagon, but Adrian is slowly coming around to it. Emphasis on slowly. His own vehicle trails after Sunday's, moving at a speed that would only barely surpass foot traffic, if there was any. He's read the manuals. He knows he ought to be using the buttons for lights or signals or what have you, but he's down one useful hand and a bit nervous to take his eyes off the road, for fear of losing Sunday up ahead, if not worse.
Lucky thing; he can't miss Sunday veering off the road ahead. Adrian isn't far behind — the slow speed makes it easy enough to roll to a stop and get out. He jogs over with his traveling cloak barely pulled over his shoulders. It's difficult to work he clasp with one arm in a sling. ]
You're unharmed? [ He confirms, though he's fairly certain that's the case. He follows Sunday's gaze to the trunk. ] It can't be that difficult, can it? This sort of thing must happen often..?
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Lucky thing; he can't miss Sunday veering off the road ahead. Adrian isn't far behind — the slow speed makes it easy enough to roll to a stop and get out. He jogs over with his traveling cloak barely pulled over his shoulders. It's difficult to work he clasp with one arm in a sling. ]
You're unharmed? [ He confirms, though he's fairly certain that's the case. He follows Sunday's gaze to the trunk. ] It can't be that difficult, can it? This sort of thing must happen often..?