Sansa actually doesn't mind horses all that much even though she's a terrible rider. She's always found them to be lovely creatures, and proud, something she used to be once upon a time. She sees a cut along the forelimb of this one and gently touches her fingers to it.

"He's run across something he shouldn't have. Horses spook so easily. It's why I trust my legs more than I trust the legs of something with fear in its eyes."