And Loki had murmured his appreciation about the clarification of the dog, and complimented how lovely she was, just as much as he'd complimented the horses as he'd been introduced to them, then Sif regarding the horses as they'd departed and gone to the next.
And then Midnight Orchid, or Katie, was in front of them, and he looked at her, and there was just something about those delicate-looking mare, and – honestly, Loki was worn out enough (reaction finally setting in from his freakout on Orb, earlier, and the anxiety attack which had followed it) that he wasn't even thinking when he spoke.
"She doesn't have to, surely," was something of a half-hearted protest. "Was she ill, recently? Stressed? She looks like she's been having trouble eating, is all." And it was probably at least as obvious to Sif that that troubled Loki, whose heart was already reaching out to the poor little mare based on his assumptions based on her appearance.
Jotnar, meanwhile, licked Loki's hand, once, then whuffled a semi-bark at the mare of his own.