"Erm, yes, sorry about my, um... Ah-hem." She tucked an errant strand of earth-brown mane behind her ear. "Well, Miss Dash. You both seem to have made up your minds, and since Gabriel seems fully capable of travel,"—the foal didn't even flinch at the pointed look she sent his way—"there isn't much reason to keep him at the hospital. It shouldn't be too much paperwork to fill out, and then we'll have you two out of here." Her smile grew. "Thank you for making the right choice, Miss Dash. I’ll make sure it’s not too much trouble."