Coming out of her ritual trance, she stood up and dusted off her knees. Cortia asked her if it was a familiar to which she nodded. "Yes ma'am... Chase has always been a good scout. Hopefully there's nothing too shiny though..." She pondered how long the ferret would take, and what he'd come back with. Because shiny things always distracted the little fluffball. She hadn't been aware of the cleric's gaze as she closed up her book and let it rest back against her chest in her loving arms. She was concerned about her familiar of course, even if he was technically an ephemeral construct of pure magic, able to be reconstructed at will should the worst befall him.<br/><br/>She turned to look at the horse, tilting her head. "So..." She was about to live up to her name. "If that's not your horse... Who's is it?"