"So you wanted to ride her first, then?" It's out of his mouth before he can think, hormones charging forward far ahead of his head, and he at least has the decency to blush a little before hastily continuing. "He's fine, he'll be fine. I spoil all of them, truth be told."

Which might be part of why he's so thin, but he's at least not unhealthy. He just takes care of the horses and ever-growing cat fleet first.

"Let me, um, grab the saddles. She'll follow you out if you head for the paddock. She likes sunlight." Most horses do, which is why they're out there more often than they're in the stalls, but he'd wanted to make sure she was rested before they had their lesson. Rested horses can be more patient horses.