On the plus side, her dress is already ripped beyond repair. On the minus side, this dress is still not designed for this saddle, and she's feeling rather self conscious about her legs. And she's still blushing from having to be lifted into the saddle; she's not used to casual contact, and there's no dead spiders to distract her. She focuses on Morganite's mane very intently and strokes the horse's neck. "Hello Morganite," she murmurs to the horse. "Thank you for the ride."