Farogil's chin lifts and jaw starts to set at that oh. He'll sullenly take teasing from family and strangers who don't matter, but if Detlef has a problem with his stammer and the way he works around it then-

Then Faro's tension vanishes and his lips spread wide in a relieved grin. Good. Instead of immediately taking the saddle, he reaches a little further to lay his hand on Detlef's upper arm and give it a gentle, grateful squeeze. Faro follows his instructions after, lifting the saddle up and centering it in the middle of the blanket.

"The bit's the- teeth?" Soon as he has a hand free, he brings it up and mimes biting at his finger to confirm that's what he's assuming a bit is. "I think she had one before."