Maddy flushed as she sat down in the grass and looked over at him. "It suits you," she said with a half smile, rubbing her arms in thought. "The rune, I mean. Yr."
But that hadn't been what he'd been saying and she took a breath before adding, "How it felt - I think it sounds funny. But it felt a lot like our old plough horse, to be honest. I kept imagining it as him. He wasn't a naughty thing and so long as you treated him right, he'd do as you said. But, when you pushed at me, it felt like I'd been surrounded, or, well, just at that spot. I could sense the heat of your hand but all I could feel was Yr. Even though you say it's not alive, really. It was like it was, not smart alive, but - well, alive anyhow. So I felt Yr instead of your hand? What happens when I hit you? It felt like I'd hit a rock and you jostled some. If you'd fallen, would it have protected your knees?" The idea of Yr protecting against something as frightening as a cannon ball.
"I'm not sure I couldn't not want to run away if something like a cannon ball was aimed at me instead of using just Yr. I'd be too frightened." She plucked at some grass at her knee and frowned slightly. "Have you ever had to use it for something like that?"