One brow raises in confusion at the first question. Farogil doesn't catch on to why that slip might warrant a blush, just thinks, oh, was Detlef going to mount up first to show him how its done? Seems plausible.

Another nod is his answer as he unfastens the stall door and steps back. Detlef is correct about her gladly heading to the paddock because pretty much all Faro has to do is start in that direction for her to catch on and gladly walk with him. She gets some good neck-pats as reward; he's hopeful that their tentative friendship will hold once he's on her back again.

Depending on how quickly the stablemaster joins them, he might catch Faro whispering, "Mare Marion," to her over and over, very carefully.