Hysaeda did. Getting up, he walked over to the horse and sniffed the fine silky hair, getting a nostril-full of grass scented horse. Well, at least he didn't smell like fecal matter, that was a very comforting idea. He couldn't imagine staying on an animal that stunk worse than a muck pit, because, well, it just wasn't pleasant. He could deal with harsh situations, but some he'd rather just avoid. The grass scent was actually kind nice.
Finding himself smiling, he stroked Atras and figured he could get used to the animal after so many days. It was a reliable animal and strong. Most horses were just idiots, but he would admit Atras had a good set of brains on him. "You're smarter than you look, beast," he whispered to the animal.
"Your nap was a little unfair. You didn't even warn me. Don't think I'll be so nice next time, woman." Hysaeda sighed and rubbed at the place where she nuzzled into his neck, still feeling a source of heat there. He strode closer and inspected the scratches on her chest and chin. "You're right," he admitted. "But that was only because I waited this long to look at them. I wouldn't worry about them now. It's the concern that counts though." And with that he hopped onto the saddle when it was ready and nodded. "Off to the infernal city."
