"I appreciate your offer of accompaniment- please do not think that I don't- but-" Owen hesitated, unsure how to phrase the denial. "I would be better suited walking, I think- I would not take your horse, no matter the extent of my injuries." To anyone else, he imagined that he might seem simply stubborn (or- worse- rude), but Owen truly couldn't imagine being quite so presumptuous as to take a lady's horse, to deprive her of that simple ease of travel for sake of his own comfort.