“Dale yes hand Lyra mane,” she said softly, turning her head to look him in the eyes. “Dale yes-no hand not Lyra mane.” Dale chuckled softly and put his hand back on her head, scratching between her ears. They’d figured out ‘yes-no’ as a way of expressing uncertainty; it was a phrase they’d been using a lot on the beach. She obviously meant it was okay to run his hands through her mane, but not any other pony’s. At least, not without asking first.