The Ravenclaw quickly shook his head and smiled, trying to provide some sort of reassurance that he wasn’t intending on letting her crash.  He could see where the misunderstanding came from, but still!  Not his intention at all.

“No!  I meant me.  Hopefully, I won’t crash.”  As one hoped at the start of ever cross country leg of the competition.  "Well, I mean it’s not without danger.”  He wasn’t helping.  “I mean, riding on winged horses isn’t completely safe.  You wouldn’t be in a position to crash, though.   That’s more advanced stuff. With the eventing competition we ride hard and fast over rough terrain and there are lots of complicated jumps.  Like jumping down a drop off into water or over stacked rain barrels.  At my level, falls are expected.  I’ve got-“

He shifted, slightly, on the bench, pulling down the collar of his shirt just enough to show the leading edge of a long thick scar along his shoulder.  “Broke my collar bone a few years back falling onto a wall.  Broke my wrist two summers ago when Dieter tripped over a lake jump.”  Sasha’s tone had shifted, again, to one that his polo teammates often used when swapping stories and showing off war wounds. 

"You wouldn’t be in that kind of position, though.  Most people just ride for fun.” 

Moira raised an eyebrow at Sasha and let him talk himself around in circles for a moment. She wasn't worried about crashing of course, she'd not only crashed into the ground but into trees and even a barn. Granted she lived with a wizarding family, so that helped as far as scars went.

Speaking of scars he moved a bit and let her see one of his. That was one thing muggles apparently weren't very good at, keeping scars from getting so bad. However, he seemed proud of it and she wasn't going to deny him that. Instead, she just nodded.

"Tis alright. Ah ride fer fun and fer work. Colt crashed me intae a tree once... a branch snapped off after piercing me leg. Yeh cannae see where it was, yeh wouldnae want ta if yeh could, but... ah'm no stranger tae crashes."

With a small smile she sat back and looked out to Gelar again, her eyes going distant for a moment again before returning.