[Good boy. His reward is the hand placed, somehow both steady and tentative, on the small of his back. Easy, with that touch, to lead someone along with just a few impressions on her fingertips, easy to steady them if they fall. Almost as if she's not entirely unfamiliar in leading a blind person over unfamiliar territory.
And she scoffs.]
If ya can't handle an itty bitty hill, your press is seriously overrated.
[Action]
And she scoffs.]
If ya can't handle an itty bitty hill, your press is seriously overrated.
[Come on. Up we go.]