It hadn't quite occurred to Aloy that the animal had drawn the child. Her eyes flicked from the horse to the woman and her child again. Oh.
"I'm Aloy. This is Freckles." Not Aloy's name, but the horse didn't seem to mind it - did horses care about their names? "I like horses too. We don't have them when I'm from." Aloy looked at the small child, considering, and then back to the mother. Aloy might not be overly maternal, but she did understand big animal and small child. "She's really gentle, if you feel comfortable letting her touch Freckles. Here -" She touched the neck of the horse. "It's the safest place, but the mane is soft."