"Not long," Clara admitted. "Not if everyone who sent a response is bringing a horse." She knew that wouldn't necessarily be the case -- some people might be walking, or catching rides with farmers traveling this way -- but she thought it stood to reason a good percentage of them would have their own mounts.
She did make note of which horse was his -- well, which horse she assumed was his, given the one he'd gone to -- and she smiled a little as she glanced over to him. "So are you ... one of the new teachers then?" It was a safe bet, she thought. Someone as old as he looked probably wouldn't be a student. Then again, he could simply be a guest -- though in that case, he likely would have had his horse put up in the main barn and not the Academy one.
"I'm Clara," she continued. "One of the stable girls." She wasn't sure if he was much for handshaking, and there was kind of an awkward amount of distance still between them for that, so she made no motion toward it.