（ he chuffs a sort of soft laugh as he threads a piece of twine through one of the tears and ties it off. ）

I'm the wrong man to ask. That sort of thing ain't my bag — I just ride him. Sko' — c'mere, lady wants to make your acquaintance.

（ one of the horse's eyes shivers open, and his fiery tail twitches as if he's chasing off imaginary flies. he does step around nero and butt his nose up against the stranger, clear treat-seeking behaviour. been as long since he needed food as nero has, and he's taken to it with a mighty appetite. ）