Arwen could have cared less if her niece and nephew were ill-mannered little things. Not all the time of course, but when they came to visit? Let them run amok. She gave Alexander one last little squeeze and set him down, before sweeping up Rose for similar treatment. "There is a horsie," she confirmed. "Her name is Fantine." Arwen avoided Emilia's gaze as she admitted to that, instead kissing the tip of Rose's nose. She wasn't sure if the name would register as significant to Emilia - let alone significantly painful - but she'd be able to tell from her sister's emotional state. She didn't want to see it, or let the kids potentially pick up on that being... well, strange. Or sad. Or anything but a wonderful talking horsie.
"Come on through the house, I think she's down by the river. It's muddy on the slope though, so you've got to be very careful." Arwen didn't even bother setting Rose down. She was content to carry her niece, knowing full well she only had a couple of years left to do this sort of thing. "I went riding already - and without a saddle," she went on, heading through the house. "Auntie Arwen was feeling very much like her elvish namesake." Auntie Arwen had also been feeling very much like she might pee her pants and break her neck, but she chose to focus on the fun parts instead.