She shifts, turning back to the horse so she can reach out and work the braid from out of his mane. If she leaves it there, he might rub it out. Get a bald patch or something. "That's sad." It's a bland, matter of fact kind of statement: dry, without much emotion attached to it. Because it is, but in a far off way she can't really empathize with like reading something in a history book. It might as well be fictional.

"Whatever. I'm not memorizing state capitols."