Hmm? He glances over to the horse, but at her insistence he finally does step over to see the creature. It's clean, not like a lot of the animals you'd see scouring the earth as it was when he left it. He isn't really used to interacting with animals much these days. Throwing a bone to a starving dingo, maybe. He hasn't had a dog in an especially long while, and horses are just too difficult to keep alive out there with you. Though their corpses are good for cooking when they finally collapse. He tries not to think too much on that, but admittedly horse flesh isn't that bad.

His hand hovers near the horse's neck at those thoughts. Wouldn't much appreciate him thinking of it as food, would it? But then he rubs his palm across the horse's neck and finds she's being honest. He's a good horse, okay to pet.

"Do you — put him in a pod?" he asks, incredulous.