Ava's smile blooms again, put at ease--funny, how Boromir seems to have that effect. "Arroch," she repeats, and she moves closer, patting the other side of the horse's neck. "Hello, Arroch. I think it's a fine name, ill-fated or no."

She steps around the horse after a moment, joining Boromir at his side. "I'm ready if you are."