The moment Kain took her walking stick out of her grip, Blythe gasped and considered jumping to grab it before stomping her foot and huffing, turning into the child that she had been labeling him as for the last ten minutes.
He had a good point. Even though he was knowingly taking her to a place where one of her greatest fears resided, he clearly had no intention of feeding her to the lions. Taking one breath, two breaths, three breaths, she angrily whipped her fingers through her hair, yanking strands out of her face and tried to cool down, too pissed and too scared to totally relax at this point.
She moved ahead cautiously, seeing Kain standing there against what she was assuming was the door. The problem with assuming, though, was that she'd never been in a barn before and didn't know how wide it was. Arms stretched out, she felt out, and confused at only touching air, took a very hesitant step forward.
Once inside, the scent of hay, wood, and animals attacked her senses and she crinkled her nose. Turning to her right, she found, in rows, several auras peaking out of whatever barriers separated her from them. One horse snorted and she noticed a head shake. She took a step back.
"They've been locked away. I thought you said they were domesticated." She gazed back at him, expression scrutinizing.