Blythe had actually made a maddening grab for Kain's arm when he moved away from the doorway and proceeded to stand beside one of the stalls. She knew Kain was a tall man, so it wasn't completely fair to compare his height to that of the horses. She knew they were creatures far bulkier than Kain could ever dare to be.
She didn't know what he intended to do, but when she heard him tap her walking stick against the stall, her hands flew to her mouth. Caught between wanting to take the stick away from his grip and beating him with it and from running away because she really was that scared, she stood there, paralyzed.
"Do you intend to rouse it into anger?" She asked in a voice that couldn't help but betray her mortification. "What if it breaks from the stall and attempts to crush you? It could kill you." She added like she was trying to explain to him that the sky was blue.