Idun was too focused on getting them to the farm to worry about the differences between borrowing and stealing. She was grateful for Philotes' hand, and once she had it, it was clear that holding onto her new friend was a bit like gripping a lifeline. If she let go, there was no way this situation would end well. But together, they were going to fix things. Which was why she couldn't worry about stealing. She had to focus on not losing her friend's hand.
Yes. It all made sense. Even as they stumbled through the dark, Idun felt confident in the plan. She spotted the silhouette of the farm as Philotes did, and she silently thanked the moonlight for finally helping them out before she looked at her friend. Her excitement was obvious even at a whisper, and Idun smiled brightly before nodding. "Yes," she whispered. "We just need to stay quiet so we only wake the one horse. And...the chipmunk should be fine here. It looks like a lovely place to live."
Idun took a step towards the barn. "Well. Maybe in here. Since it might be warmer?" The chipmunk's comfort was her main concern, even if said concern was slightly ridiculous. She continued towards the barn, and after some blind groping, navigated the pair of them inside. She was wrong, it wasn't that much warmer, but the chipmunk would be fine. "The chipmunk will love it here. Oh, and there's the horse," she whispered.
Before Philotes could answer, Idun released her hand and approached the animal. One disgruntled whinny confirmed this was the creature she was after. "Hello sweet horse. There's no reason to get gruff with me. We're going to be friends, okay?" she whispered, reaching out her palm so the animal could sniff at her. The last thing they needed was an unhappy horse refusing to pull their plow.
Once his nose butted against her hand, Idun cautiously gave his neck a few affectionate pats, and then slowly opened his stall. "We'll just...guide him to the plow...carefully," she whispered to Philotes.