The steed had made its way over to Valkyrie in moments. He shook his head and pricked his ears forward as he nudged his nose into her palm, tongue seeking a hint of sugar. She may or may not have already spoiled him rotten with such offerings.

"You've not lied to me. At least in a practical sense." Valkyrie had no way of knowing if he'd uttered any untruths thus far. Every bit of advice or knowledge he'd given had been, to her experience, true. "You've been rather decent to an essential stranger."