[ he doesn't question the small bit of resistance. This is not a domestic horse. This is a wild and magnificent beast. It can't be tamed!! He's just glad it trusts him enough to not only eat from his hand but spend the night. Oh, the story he will tell Brigitte about this!!]

But more than that, the unicorn is panicking. Neighing and throwing his head. Reinhardt frowns.

It's okay, boy. Easy there. Easy. You're safe. Grani won't hurt you. I won't hurt you. Let's just get you into that stall. I'll bring you some nice oats. I promise. On my honor, you are safe here.

[ he opens the stall door and there's that Reinhardt sized white stallion. Eyeing the unicorn like he knows]