Fíadh shoots Detlef a look of mild surprise; she didn't expect her suggestion to be accepted just ... like that. But it's good. The corners of her mouth tick up at the thought, especially knowing that the pony's namesake would be very annoyed if he ever found out. Watching her fingers Fíadh gives Gregor one final cheek scratch before placing her hands on her knees and rising up.

"... I'll come back to see him." She flexes her fingers for a moment before speaking again. "Will the shoes work for you, then?"