Jotnar got a little bit vocal as a result, then, with his whuffles and arrffs, but Katie wasn't going to mind, was she?!
Loki nodded, relieved and reassured, and offered the little mare his palm for a sniff, with every intent to add some nose-rubs onto the end of it, if she let him. "I can rather sympathise," he murmured, wryly, standing small for a man, and skinny for his height besides, if (barely) a healthy weight. "She's not got a particular rider, does she?"