She is practical enough to understand that this is a good thing, and allows her own rescue, seemingly a bit astonished by everything all at once--the horse is more of a welcoming sight than the man, frankly. No offense, Martel, but she likes animals, and they tend to be peculiarly fond of her in return.

"Yes, I noticed."

Dry-humored even now.

"I only just got here, though, and they sort of neglected to mention this in the little pamphlet--oh, look out!"

Those birds appear to be mildly put out that Martel is absconding with their shiny light girl.