Vanyel looked up, his eyes seeming to glass some as words passed between him and his Companion.

"She says you may," he finally intoned, going to fetch a hoof pick now to clean Yfandes' hooves. For all that she was practically magic incarnate, she still had the form of a horse, and all a horse's woes and needs at times.

Yfandes cocked her head at Apollo, blue eyes bright and leaned forward in demand of attention.