[Now that Crookytail and Orlok are off to the races, Myr unslings his staff from its accustomed place on his back, planting the end and leaning on it comfortably. His expression's thoughtful as he listens to Niles' explanation, though the...tense of it is somewhat puzzling. She was raised?]

She's--the younger self of a horse you knew before, then? [Well, why not, if people who came through the mirrors could be from anywhere in their own timelines relative to each other. He taps his fingers on his staff thoughtfully as he considers that. Then:] That seems...right, and kind. Terrible as the battles they've got to fight here are, it is a relief they seem to have forgotten full-scale war.