It takes a moment to parse that Peter isn't speaking to him, and that he is, in fact, telling a pair of odd horses it's totally legit. Not for the first time, Cael has to widen the scope on his judgment, holding truncated language against Peter's better grasp of village theories and use of the wrist devices.

And now, apparently, this.

"Have you always been so good with animals," he asks, winding in on a wary arc. Coming to the injured animal's side, he mimics the lifted hand. Lip-bitten, two wary animals sizing the other up, it's too cold and wet to second guess this. "It's totally legit," he echoes, smoothing the hand up its nose.

"Where do you usually put the livestock, out of the rain?"