Yvonne glared daggers at the man who just treated her horse as one would do to a pet puppy.
'He is a horse and not a dog!' She glowered in her heart as she scoffed at him.
She then stepped before the horse and placed her hand on his face.
While Desmo was finishing his task of fastening the saddle over the huge horse, she had taken it upon herself to make him feel better.
"Look at me and forget that there is some terrible creature touching you. Focus only on me." She chanted while patting his head and rubbing his chin at the same time.
Precious and Desmo both glared at the child who had just called the Captain of the Red Scorpion Knights a 'creature' and a terrible one at that.
'Be the bigger man!' He calmed his furious heart and then went on with his work.
Within a few minutes which seemed close to an hour to the poor etcher who was tolerating being touched by someone else, the saddle was secured around his body.
