"He's an unruly one, isn't he?" She asked as the horse was led away, not minding so much that the horse had tried to bite her. Sometimes horses were like that. She seemed a bit less formal then, deciding she should at least try to befriend the guard. Maybe then it wouldn't be so bad having him following her around everywhere, and maybe she could then convince him not to tell her father and caregiver about the more "unladylike" things she did.