She sets the lead in his hands--hold it with the left, Washington, and keep the extra length in your right--and takes a setp out of the way. Moonfire's steady, and Wash seems to catch on quickly; though Beth keeps an eye on both of them, she doesn't have much to worry about. If he wants to learn to ride, she's sure he'll pick it up without any difficulty.

"Laser guns. Or...whatever." Something like that. They'd explained why they only used bows and swords, and it was something about Cetas being able to track other weapons. It was an answer out of science fiction, which seemed fitting for a group of people with colonies on multiple planets.

At his question, she shrugs. That he might be unsettled hasn't occurred to her yet; on some general level, she's more than aware that her experiences aren't normal, but it hasn't connected to this particular conversation. This just feels like shop talk, though when people want to talk shop, they usually don't come to her. "Yeah. Knives more often than guns, or, like...like scrap metal. Old rebar, stuff like that." She pauses a moment, trying to picture Wash holding a weapon. "Out in space, you probably had lasers, right?"