[For a second he's worried he fucked up. He sees that look on her face and frowns, ready to remove it if it's too much. But evidently she decides it's all right after all, and he relaxes with a sigh, then gives her a smile and a squeeze to her shoulder - the one without a healing tattoo, that is.]

Just about. I wanna do something with my hair, too.

[His is easier since it's shorter, though. A few scoops of pomade in his fingers and he's able to spike his hair up into a wild mohawk. Man, now he really wants fake vampire teeth or something, but this'll have to do.]

All right. Let's go make some torches an' get on our horses.

[Elsewhere, wood is being piled into the wagon for easier transport to the field, and Johnnie detours to sacrifice a shirt and soak strips in gasoline so they can make themselves some torches - which will also serve to light the fires, once it's time.

Nibaihi, meanwhile, leads his spare horses over to lend to Johnnie and Chrissy after everyone else has gathered up, with a few more horses hitched to the wagon, now. Both of these riderless skeletal creatures seem well-behaved at the moment, though the one Johnnie is supposed to take keeps pulling at the lead like it would rather be somewhere else.]

They're all saddled up and ready. Just click your tongue and give a good kick with your heels to get them to speed up, or hold back on the reins to slow down. It's more intuitive than you think. Either of you want a boost up?

[Look, he's not calling them short, but they're both short.]