It honestly stunned Blythe when Kain's arm slipped to her shoulders and he comforted her. It was...sweet of him and he did seem to like surprising her, whether he meant to or not. She had been too concerned with mounting the horse again that she'd forgotten Kain's involvement in the whole thing. It made her, briefly, wonder if she should just push him off the horse in mid-trot anyway, just for the comeuppance.
...But that wouldn't work in her favor, as she'd be the only person remaining on the "domesticated" beast.
She murmured her assent before he helped her up and then joined her. This time, she didn't scream, but she did hook her arm around him as soon as he was behind her. Now that she was a bit more accustomed to this experience, she wasn't as tightly wound as she had been before. But she didn't trust herself to speak for a long period of time. When she finally did, it was only because she was sure she could talk without squeaking.
"Are these creatures easily spooked?"
In her mind, it was a damn good question. The last thing she wanted was a squirrel thing to dart in front of them and scare the horse so that it threw them from its back.