Coming to stand beside him, their eyes finally met in a brief peek as she also placed her hand on the steed to caress it. Proceeding to answer as indifferently as the man.
"Its character is a fuming one. Yet it lets you stroke it."
"... It seems I am not the only one it allows it to."
His brow lifted in concealed surprise at the wild horse cuddling its head to her.
"Not in the beginning."
"..."
"... I suppose curing its wound served to make it allow this much."
'Hah... So that's it. Litilmenni's wound healed faster because of this woman.' — He smirked. Now aware of why it was that a steed that never permitted anyone to come near its wounds had recovered faster than usual.
Aslak glanced at the woman for a moment, deciding to use this encounter to make fun of her. After all, the brakian child had been meticulous in the letter she intended to send and kept it safe, so her master could read it once at his Homeland.