The horses are ready to be ridden. Charming uses great haste as he ascends the stairs, listening to the satisfying echo of his boots on the stone as he hurries back upwards, catching sight of Matthew's red hair in the process. He tipped his head to the side, as sternly as possible, and caught him up in his arms. "Your mother would never forgive me if I let harm come to you," is all he says, tightening his grip on him as he strides the last few steps. "Emma, do you know how to ride a horse?"