Fionna noticed he had not stepped foot on the torn fabric that had been left where it had been... It was not like he had any use for it.
She looked at it.Tempted to take it and keep it for some odd reason, then her gaze went back to the dark guy she had earlier seen... As the coachman, his duties finished when everyone in the carriage had been aided with support so as to carefully step foot down and magestically when doing it.
He stood there with the door held open, patiently waiting for Fionna to alight as Jones had just done and left her behind.
He laughed inwardly after figuring out why she had just sat there, with nothing else to do except, her eyes would always look back at the single piece of material on the wooden floor. Trying to signal him to look away or something.
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