Idun loved animals. All animals, no matter the shape or size or temperament. But that didn't always mean Idun knew what she was doing with animals. This was a prime example. A halter? She raised an eyebrow, realizing the very important steps she'd forgotten in her rush to just get the horse to the plow. By the time this realization struck, of course, Lottie was on the floor, a chipmunk was darting towards her, and the horse was sniffing curiously at her hair.
Well. Right then. She couldn't panic because, right then, panic would look a great deal like fretting over Lottie, and if she did that, the horse would escape and the field would burn and all would be lost. Idun hurried to the door, and found it was harder to close than anticipated, but she somehow managed. She had to manage! It was very important. A breath puffed out heavily from her lips, and then she turned and looked around and finally spotted what needed to be put on the horse.
"Oh Philotes, I'm sorry. I forgot about the halter." Idun honestly hadn't even known it was called a halter. Putting it onto the horse proved slightly easier than naming it at least. The horse no longer seemed determined to wander off into the dark, which seemed like a good change. This wasn't going as smoothly as anticipated, and that was her fault to some extent, but it was going to be fine. She firmly believed it was going to be fine. If things ended badly, how could she and Philotes possibly remain friends? The mere sight of the other would dust off horrible memories of an entire country burning! It didn't matter if France seemed like one of those countries that could use a bit of burning. Idun wasn't about to ruin their friendship just because its people were snotty.
First thing, getting Philotes off the ground. Idun needed her, she was clearly the brains of this operation. Without her, their horse would be gone and they'd be pulling that plow themselves. Unsuccessfully, in other words. "Here, let me help you," she said, reaching down to offer Philotes her hand. Get Philotes up, then get the plow ready. That was the plan, and it was going to work.