He doesn’t remember, Sansa realized, startled. He is only being kind to me, he doesn’t remember me or the rose or any of it. She had been so certain that it meant something, that it meant everything. A red rose, not a white.
I have 99 SnK jokes and they’re all about Levi being short. But no, forreal, mounting horses when you’re teeny is a task.
Also, I should probs mention that the wonky saddles are a headcanon I have. Since the tack is just wrong in canon (like seriously, NONE of it would be functional) I feel like over time they would have developed something kind of like a cross between a western and a vaulting saddle for easy distance rides with all stuff they have to wear and like all of the standing they do on their horses.