[Kieran may be an only child, but he can tell when someone's sibling's getting dragged. He can also figure that said sibling (usually) deserves it. No matter what, he's not about to question or contest the idea. Ben's a nice enough guy--if he's shit-talking his brother, then he must deserve it.]

[When Ben calls the lesson, Kieran sits back in his chair, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands as if trying to reset them. His mind feels like it's full of bees, busy and buzzing around in his brain, making it hard to focus on anything other than the fact that food sounds wonderful right now.]

[So he nods when Ben asks if he'd like to share something, and then slowly clears off the table. A mindless task is a welcome distraction for his pent up nervous energy; a way to decompress after all that learning.]

[The same can be said with talking about something he already knows.]

Who, Eavan? She's doin' great! I think she'll be ready fer a real bridle soon. I gotta find some leather to scrap together a saddle fer her, though.

[Wait, that may need some explanation.]

When, uh, when you ride a horse, you should use a saddle instead of goin' bareback whenever you can. It's better fer the horse and the rider.