Arja felt the crisis pass and her shoulders rolled down from their stiff set position. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding as the woman turned to gather her horse. Looping her shoulder strap over her head, she let the crossbow fall easily into its place against her back. With one more wipe of her palms against pants, she mustered up a smile for the woman when she returned with her horse.
Animals like that weren't new to Arja, quite a few people in the city had horses, but most usually Arja wasn't up close and personal with them. And sweet sodding stone they were large. Majestic almost, in their own way, but very very enormous. Still, as yet she hadn't seen one hurt someone, so the close proximity didn't have her doing much beyond gazing up to take in the horse's face. Such large eyes. “Sorry I tried to shoot you. Didn't mean it.” she said quietly for the animal's ears. It took a second for her to see the woman offering her hand, caught up in the horse's gaze as she'd been.
“Arja Serik.” Heartily, she pumped the woman's hand and bumped up her grin a notch. If she could laugh now then perhaps all was really forgiven, and she could so get behind that notion. “I've been out here for hours and haven't caught a thing.” There was a faint pout on her lips but she quickly rolled past it and back into a smile. “Day's likely to be shot now though, so it's nothing to cry about. Be sure, I'll be out here again tomorrow 'tempting it all over again.” With a careless shrug and laugh, Arja let the whole event just sort of slip away, water under the bridge. “You headed in for Gwaren? 's not much out here beyond that and the sea. I live there! If you're going that way, maybe I could walk along with you? That is if you don't mind taking it slower than you were before.”