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"She is busy tending to another person right now but when would you like to speak with her?"

She opened the door a bit more, now leaning on the door frame bushing away hair from her eyes.

Amaya finished walking Raku to dry him off and headed back to the stables, leading him by the bridle, when she saw someone standing at the door to the cottage.
"Konban-wa, Sir, can I help you perhaps?", she said, patting Raku on the neck who was impatiently pulling into the direction of the stables. Since getting petted was even better than the prospect of fresh hay to chomp on, the gelding quieted and stood still.

Amaya smiled and bowed to the patron. "Yes, I am. My name is Amaya. This is Raku. Come on boy, bow!", she said, smiling, then bend down to pat Raku's left knee. Recognizing the command for a trick, the gelding bent his knee and tossed his head, dropping to what looked like a curtsy, then rising again. The stablemaster petted him affectionately.

"Good evening, Kibakichi-san." The stablemaster watched as Raku snuffled at the extended hand. "I take it you have been around horses before?", she added, noticing the familiarity with which the patron treated the horse.

What the...? Amaya squared her legs and moved backwards, pushing her shoulder into the prancing horses neck for leverage while she pulled the snaffle with an iron grip.
"Whoa, Raku, whoa boy...!" She led the gelding, who's eyes showed a lot of white, a few paces back and calmed him down, while frantically looking over her shoulder to the patron.
When Raku had quieted down, she tied his reins to a hoop on the wall, motioning to Yuriko to take care of him, while she rushed to the patrons side. Kneeling, she assessed the damage, fervently hoping that the injury was not grave.

((Actualy, the horses are supposed to be war-trained, and thus not to be spooked so easily, but well, you never know... they are living beings with their own mind, after all))

"I am deeply sorry Sir... this has never happened before. All my horses are well trained, and not spooked so easily... the only explanation I can think of is that you had the smell of blood on you... Again, please forgive me." She prostrated herself in front of him, with her forehead touching the ground. After five measured breaths, she raised her head again, still looking down. "I have some medical training. If you allow me, I could stitch the wound you got...", she said meekly.

"I am so sorry... please, come inside, so I can tend to the wound..." Amaya rose from her kneeling position and walked up to the entrance of the cottage, holding the door open for the bleeding man.