[Branwen is a good choice, and the little horse doesn’t make any fuss when Ben leans against him, only shuffling his hooves to better take the weight. It’s almost as if it’s old hat for him, like he’d had to deal with a certain cowboy doing the same thing once or twice or several times in the past—although Branwen had been much bigger then (all the better, too, since his rider was tall and gangly).]

[Kieran doesn’t call undue attention to Ben’s actions, choosing instead to trace his fingertips along Eavan’s glowing streaks. He nods along in agreement with Ben’s words. Their current situation is vastly different than what Kieran’s faced before, far more insidious and perverse in nature, but that doesn’t change the overall sentiment.]

[He cocks his head towards Ben, but it’s just so he can direct his voice at his friend. There’s no rush or push to let go of Branwen.]

They just go about their day, not payin’ a mind to what anyone else thinks. As long as they ain’t in any immediate danger, they’re happy with just about anythin’. They letcha know where yer at with ‘em, and they don’t try to hide anythin’ from ya.

Horses are pretty straightforward once you get to learn their personalities. You know what to expect.

People… not so much.