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, th
