Ciri laughs, not at her so much as in agreement. Understanding, at least.

"I warned you. And it'll be worse tomorrow."

Putting out a hand for the horse to snuffle at as she approaches, Ciri gives her a moment to get acquainted before reaching up to stroke the mare's glossy neck. The same midnight color as Kelpie, but the resemblance ends there. This creature is far too docile.

"You don't get to rest yet." This is aimed at Gideon, though she's too busy petting the horse's nose to look up.

"I need to fix your bad habits before you get thrown off. Or hurt your horse. What's her name?"