Okay. [ Hary's expression at those words is openly disbelieving. Seriously, lady? Seriously? He eyes her as she comes close, and tries not to sink down so they are on the same level. But he takes the apple, and brushes her hand in the passing, trying to sense anything, anything at all, and failing, and grumbling inside. ]

Alright then.

[ He offers the apple to the horse, keeping an eye on the woman at the same time, ]

Hmm, must be from a world other than my own. Never heard of that one. What is he, or she, the god of? Other than, obviously, Light?