My unicorn got run over by a tractor

"If you'd like," Octavia replied, while shifting to lean against him some. Touching was hard and she'd barely just begun figuring it out again, but she could take little things as they were offered to her. "I'm bringing mine. I know you've seen it in action, but you've never tried holding it."

The weight was going to explain some of the muscle in her arms.

"Much less throwing it."