"Now, would you mind telling me why you were so stubborn about wanting to sit behind me?" Sylphy, who had restarted riding the horse thanks to Myne's interruption, asked him, who now sitting behind her.
"Of course, because I didn't want to get in your way," Myne said with a smile while hugging Sylphy tightly from behind and resting his head on her shoulder. "After all, sitting behind you clearly limits your ability to control the horse to its full potential. If there were an accident, I'd also be blocking your sight. So, it's only natural for a troublemaker like me to sit back you instead of front."
"By the way, why is the saddle so short? I can barely place my butt on it right now. It's really not as comfortable as you were talking about," Myne complained with dissatisfaction, feeling a bit of pain from his backside.
