The tables had turned once again, as Blythe was the one left pouting on Kain's arm, and it struck the dragoon that the two of them probably looked like quite the odd pair, walking arm in arm, Blythe appearing as though she was about to club him to death and he looking dirty and worn around the edges from his work on the barn, a smirk on his face.
Of course, they probably spent half their time together looking like that.
When they reached the barn and Blythe yanked them to a stop, Kain stifled the laugh that threatened to erupt from his lips. Blythe's terror wasn't exactly funny, really, it was the way that it was making her act. In one swift movement, Kain tugged the walking stick out of Blythe's grip, pulling it back out of her reach before she had the chance to grab it back again, slipping his other arm free of hers.
"I had no intention of pushing you, Blythe," he replied coolly, stepping into the doorway of the barn. "However, if you went inside holding this thing like some kind of weapon, you might make the horses nervous. And that would be bad."
Though he was mostly playing it up, what he said had a bit of truth to it. It would certainly help the horses to be friendlier if they weren't confronted by someone holding a weapon and sizing them up as though they were monsters.