As the Steed

I know what it is like, to be un-seated by your mount, to be left on the field of battle, bloodied from the fight, completely alone and without a weapon. Ian, now you are defenseless, but you are not going to be without your horse for long. I am coming back. I do not know about reinforcements, but I will face the onslaught of shots to reach you. Can you see me running toward you?

Hang on, I am coming, I swear to you I will make it. You are stronger than they are. REMEMBER THAT.