Alorin already waited outside, having jumped from the hayloft to land lightly outside. It was likely the elf wanted to go and find his sister, just like he wanted to go and find the boy.
He clothing had changed back to his Angelic armour, his wings flickered in the first rays of the morning sun. He gave a piercing whistle, the horse would understand that call, and would bring the elf too.
It was time to go.