"You uh...you need a little help with that?" You hear Kieran's voice over your shoulder, interupting the grooming of your horse. With your brush still pressed into the curve of your steeds back you crane your neck to look at him. "N-Not that you're doing it wrong or anything I-I don't mean any offense." He puts his hands up insurrender, a nervous smile on his face. "Just trying to be useful is all."