Moving on

Taking in a deep breath, she avoided eye contact. "What is it? Are you just gonna stand there, looking like a fish out of water, or are you gonna help? His words jump started her into gear; or maybe it was his tone. Walking over to the left over tack that needed to be applied to the horse. Hands found the leather bridle, thumbs running over the leather. Silently walking back over to the horse, her hands pushed at the corner of the horses mouth, sliding in the metal bit. Pulling the horses ears through the head peace and adjusting the brow band, she decided to speak.

"So- are you against using magic to get to your destination or no?" Focusing on the horse, she refused to look up at him in her own shame.