The undead horse swivels a rotted ear in Anna's direction, stomping a hoof against the ground. It doesn't seem threatening, though... just an acknowledge of company. Gabriel, on the other hand, heeds the warning and tenses up, pulling on his hood a bit more to cover up. He'd imagined that the damn beast was going to draw attention, but that didn't mean he'd be happy about it.

"It is a mean of transportation, nothing more." His raspy, raw voice was neutral for once, not interested in looking for trouble. The hand holding Styx's reins was thankfully covered up by a glove, and if he stayed close enough to the horse, his scent of rot and death might seem to come from the mount rather than himself.

Taking Styx to Mafaton had been a good idea, though. It drew less attention here than in more 'human' places, and he was fairly sure he'd heard something about a stable. All he needed now was to find the damn place and put the skeletal horse there... where it was both safe and away from prying eyes.

Like this woman's.