Unscathed

This morning, I headed out to Lilly's paddock, headstall in hand.

I wasn't intending to ride her.  I didn't even really want to catch her.  I was far too sore for that.  It was just a test.  A test to see how she felt about yesterday.

If she was going to turn away from me, then yesterday was a bad day, and I had more ground to make up.  If she was going to turn towards me, then any problems created by yesterday had already been fixed yesterday.

Lilly gazed at me, she gazed at the headstall, turned towards me and came right up.