Kain watched with a raised eyebrow as Blythe gathered her courage and, arms outstretched, stepping into the barn as though it was her first step onto the moon. She was inside perhaps thirty seconds before taking a hasty step back, lingering in the doorway and voicing her concerns.
Kain sighed, stepping out of the doorway and walking up to the nearest stall, reaching up and patting the horse on it's nose. It gave a contented snort, and the dragoon looked over at Blythe.
"They are domesticated, but when they aren't being used or let out for exercise they need to be kept somewhere. Unless you'd prefer to have them all over your gardens." He chuckled, tapping Blythe's walking stick against the stall lightly. "I'm sure that there are all kinds of tasty plants for them to get into."