"I can understand that," Meghan nodded slowly. "I think...had anyone at home survived the coup besides me...I'd not have wanted to bring anyone down on them by revealing the fact. Last thing my family would need would be that."
She headed toward the far stall, a mule letting out a little bit of a bray, followed by a knicker from the next stall with the tiny horse, though one stall was certainly clearly empty. "Aedan's out somewhere." She nodded to the stall. "Cassim's gone too. Over there," She nodded down the aisle at a bigger horse. "Is his groom's horse, Sitron. And just past Fizz there, the wee one, is Smoke's area." There was a little space between filled up stalls, then she was ducking into one of them, pulling out a little...cloak type of thing.
"Well hello, lovey." Meghan's tone shifted a little, and she looked more relaxed than serious. "I've brought a friend to meet you."