Ouch.
Jayari stiffened at his words. Until this moment, she hadn't even stopped to consider her mare. All of this was still a confusing, overwhelming mess in her head, and she had yet to come to grips with everything she would be losing--
And all the people she would be leaving behind.
She hadn't even thought about her horse. Her horse, that she had helped birth and trained herself, who was as much of a friend and companion to her as any person. Her throat tightened, and she sucked in a slow breath.
"Oh...it's...it's okay," she said slowly, steeling herself. Be strong, Jayari. She'd already cried enough, and she didn't want Ki'adan to think her weak. "It'll be fine. She's a good horse. My father will take good care of her and...and it'll be fine."