"Oh." That explains some of the breaks in conversation before, then. Detlef hadn't really noticed, had just chalked it up to nerves, but this makes sense. He comes a little closer, offering the saddle, and a good look at Farogil's face says this might be a big thing for him.

"Then by all means, take what practice you need. It's a good nickname, I'd say, though I'm biased since I came up with it." He smiles warmly in a way that he hopes is confidence-inspiring. Or at least just friendly and saying he's not going to laugh at the stutter. "This goes on top of the blanket, and then we'll get the straps underneath her and fastened on this side. Heave it on up and center it on the blanket. Does she need a bit?"

He's trained the two he's raised without them, but most horses need bits and he can't fault non-Profane for not being confident about riding horses otherwise.