She liked how he talked to the horses. And the horse seemed to trust him. When he took her hand and placed it on the horses muzzle she felt a flush of pleasure and surprise that he would trust her with such a thing.
It felt like velvet, and the horse's breath was warm against the coolness of her fingers.
"She's amazing," she said. She craned to see the small colt in the next stall, all long legs and stubbly wings.
After a moment she looked at him and wrinkled her nose, amused despite herself.
"You are trying to charm me, aren't you? Showing me the baby horses? What hard hearted girl could resist those."