Nathan was staring at her, his brow creased, his bright eyes wide with disbelief. In his right hand he held Cheyenne like a kitten, grasping the back of her jacket like a scruff. He held her away from his body, his arm out straight, as if she weighed no more than a piece of paper. He was so tall and she was so short that her feet dangled at least a foot and a half off the ground.
"Bless my reflexes!" he cried. Then his voice became stern. "Cheyenne, what were you thinking?"
Oh, I had a lot of fun with this scene. I love drawing Cheyenne and Nathan together because physically they're very different but on the inside they're such similar characters. Especially fun is the contrast in costumes - yes, that is what Cheyenne likes to wear every day.