Hello, sunshine. His words might as well have been prophetic, for hearing them felt as though the moody skies above had parted and gifted her a single beam of sunlight on her golden head. Even though the words were uttered with a level of tiredness she herself rarely experienced, the Morrigan still felt heartened by them and took his greeting - and extended snout - as invitation to step closer.

She offered her own dusky muzzle in response, brushing the soft pink of her snip against his pale skin and blowing a warm breath against him. As she retreated, the Morrigan's warm brown gaze grew introspective for a moment but then cleared as she brushed away the complicated process of naming her emotions and instead focused on how she felt.

And she felt... bashful? Such a state was rare for the wild-hearted little mare, and she delighted in such novelty. The feeling only intensified as he requested her inspection, bowing his strong neck to the side and offering his wound to her in a show of trust.

Obediently, as promised, she leaned forward to inspect the wound, growing close enough that her exhalations probably warmed the skin as she looked. Where pale fur had once been was only pink skin, red from impact and likely to bruise ferociously. She had the strangest urge to lick the exposed skin, as a dog might a wounded paw, but she refrained after a moment of hesitation.

"No, he only left you temporarily bald." She murmured in answer, pulling away to quell the strange urge to touch him. "You held your own," she observed, tilting her head inquisitively despite the fact that he would never see it.

For a moment, she was quiet, but the quiet never lasted long with her, and it was only a few breaths before she broke it again, voicing her curiosity without filtering it. "Why did you choose to fight?"

The trees had not told her of what had happened when Baba Yaga stepped down any more than they could tell her of whether they were related or friends or lovers or more. But to fight someone - especially handicapped as he was - required a certain amount of conviction, and it was the source of that conviction that she found fascinating.