Oh. Yeah, double checking is good. He follows along with his gaze while Detlef makes sure he's not about to fall off before he's even climbed on. A prouder man might decline the stool but he did have to have a helping hand the other times he mounted up so, best not risk it. He steps up, takes a deep breath, grabs on and...

...successfully mounts the horse all on his own! Except for the stool! And with only a grunt of effort as he plunks his butt onto the leather and some wiggling to get his legs properly aligned for the stirrups!

Farogil sits up straight and holds the reins proudly. Marion snorts and shakes her head.