A soft giggle leaves her muzzle. “You would look quite funny with three legs, yes” and probably hindered. Though there is no telling what a person can suffer through until they suffer. It is both sad and amazing to watch them struggle then pursue a life again. Yes, she would like to meet an equine with a disability. She would love to sing their life to anyone who would listen... A tale of persistence and learning to love again.
Bittersweet.
Snapped back to reality once the man spoke again, he asked her a direction question. “I am Willoughby, sir” she replies easily to him. There is no use hiding her name from anyone. The maiden's head tilts to the side as she regards him. “and who are you?” He seems much more at home in the desert than she seemed to be.
The maiden does not prod him for his health though. She takes note he refuses to talk about it, before moving on. “Are you part of the desert court?” Willoughby asks him now.
“speech”
