His brow creased in concern at the story; she told it in passing, but it revealed a great deal about her reticence -- and it was something he could appreciate. For all that people effused about the importance of getting right back onto a horse when thrown off, it was far easier said than done, and the damage that went with a poor experience lasted far longer than any superficial wounds.
"I will make sure that doesn't happen again," he said firmly, hand still on the horse's neck as he turned.
"Horses are grazing animals, so typically they aren't fed by hand, but we'll give her a few treats. I'll do it first, and I assure you that my cleaning charms aren't so poor as to leave you with a messy hand." Not that horses drooled, but there was no point in being contrary. She'd see soon enough. Though he had no intention of throwing her on a horse's back and forcing her to ride off, especially not now, he did believe in gently pushing people beyond their comfort levels -- at least when that comfort level was as tightly constricted as Astoria's.
Leaning down into the bucket, he pulled out a small segment of apple. "As horses have very sensitive digestive systems, it's important to always get treats from the owner, since they're apt to be more attentive to those details than we, the casual riders." He shifted it on his palm, still holding onto the rope with one hand to keep the horse where he wanted her. "Hand flat. Horses aren't aggressive, typically, but they can't see well down the front very well, so you should always help them by keeping fingers out of the way." He stretched his palm up to the mare's mouth. "Gentle push up to the mouth so she knows it is there." And just like that, the velvety edge of her lips found and scooped up the apple.
He held out his hand to Astoria and wiggled his fingers. "Still whole."