Blackwall is not the type to force anything, especially not with her. With every huff of the Maker's breath, Blackwall finds that he loves her more. Loves her, yes. He's falling for her more and more every day, much though he wishes he were not and pushes back against it every day. Even if he weren't, even if his feelings were entirely friendly, he would still have made the offer. He can tell that the Envy demon is still eating her up inside. If he can help that fade, then he damn well will.

So he notices when she walks in, lets her have her time with the horses for a while, lets her get some of that energy out. He knows he would want the same were he in her position. It gives him the creeps, the idea of a demon taking on someone else's form. Thank the Maker the Herald stopped it.

The idea of loving someone who was a demon had crossed his mind, but he had shoved it aside. That needs no quarter here.

Eventually, he approaches, slowly, to give her a chance to run if she wants, to let her choose if she wants him there or not. Like always, he will respect her wishes. She has more than earned that from him.

"Nothing like a good horse, is there?"