She shakes her head - not irritated, simply expecting the response as it was and accepting of it. There had been a chance and no more. "Then do you know where I may find work to purchase one myself?" A sigh, faint, she knows his position to well, he'd be as tight for gold as he would be for men, with so many of them to feed. "A reputable seller would be favourable too."

Her fingers drum, absent impression of thought going on. "Because a war horse is what I require." Expectedly, granted her own disposition. "I prefer a gelding, rather than a mare or a stallion. Though a stallion might do if his temperament is right."