[There's a look of surprise that crests upon Arthur's features at Daniil's speaking English without the aid of the translator. The thickness of the accent marking the authenticity of it, and he can't help but wonder what made the doctor choose to learn English.

He's not complaining, far from.]

As well as a feller with TB can be. I see you been studying more than medicine in your free time.

[But then attention is brought to the reason he's here in the first place, and with a similar fondness he looks to the horse in question.]

But anyway, the horses are over in Purple Windy, it's to the west of here. He handles well—Tennessee Walking horses tend to be fairly docile, though he's still got a little bit of wildness in him. But that's just him getting used to us.

[Arthur gently strokes along the horse's broad neck, it's ear flicking for a moment as it looks at Daniil, assessing him.]