He moves to his feet, unsure how he's balancing himself, starting to shiver hard. Thankful, at least, for the heavy wool that Washington insisted be part of the uniform, from jacket, to pants, to socks. It will warm up. It will. He knows it will. It just... is very cold, right now.

"It's all right." It's hard to force the words out, because of his clenched jaw. He is in danger; he recognizes this.

The horse is a tall, strong charger, and he can handle the both of them. Hamilton reaches out to him, calm and authoritative, and the horse starts to calm. It helps that the other horses are led out of the water, no longer screaming. One is limping badly, though, and -- well, there will be some meat, if they can strip it quickly enough.

He steps forward and goes through the rote motion of mounting the horse, climbing behind Burr. And he wraps his arms around his husband.

"I'm fine," he says, "I'm fine."