The horse, at least, doesn't seem any more nervous about Roesia or Pippa. Maybe it's the Vice, maybe it's not; Roesia doesn't bother. Instead she smiles at the girl, gently pulling her hood down. The forest is still dark, but there's likely far more for the redhead to stare at, now.

"Oh, not a problem. It wasn't your fault, I'm sure." She's certain, actually, thanks to the time alone with the filly. "Do you need help finding your way out?"

Perhaps she shouldn't offer so easily, but the forest is a strange place. Time seems to pass strangely, and if the girl had been following the horse... well, she's found her. That doesn't mean the woods will let her leave with her. Not alone.

"I gather quite a few things here," she continues, and pulls a basket filled with moss and bark out from her cloak to show her. The forest likes her, and Roesia usually avoids the village - which means she is rather acutely aware, on most occasions, of where it is. "So it's not a bother to get you back in the right direction."