With the mention of a merman, a real, honest to goodness merman, Winny's eyebrows raised, almost comically. "A real merman?" She said, excited. "That sounds awesome." She leaned back in the water, letting it flow over her neck and hair until the only part of her that was visible was her face. She thought she was doing well, really, to be this submerged in water and not see it as a potential risk to her. Water was obviously important to Ivarr and, since Winny wanted to ingratiate herself to him, she was trying her best not to be spooked by the light currents tugging at her limbs while she sat there in the muck.
He rubbed his shoulder against hers and Winny leaned into the movement. She wasn't itching, she just liked the connection. "Yes, definitely my boss!" She replied with a toothy grin, leaning in just a bit more. "It's your judgment I'll respect when it comes to which horses are best to my routine." She explained, and then she settled a bit to listen to him speak, nodding along. "I'll always be good to them." Winny professed strongly. "And I'll always defer to you. You've been here longest, you know them best. It's just natural to me." Her father had been a strong-willed stallion, making decisions for their family until he had been grievously injured by the wolves that had torn their family apart. "We'll work well together, I think." She said as she reached out to steal the bottle back with a grin. "And I'll always bring you treats."