[The mare is motionless for a long while, her nostrils flaring quietly before she suddenly thrusts her head forward with surprising speed. Thankfully, Allen's palm makes contact with her soft muzzle instead of her hard teeth, and she impatiently uses his hand as a way to scratch her itchy face.]
[The hero has to laugh a little, affectionately thumping her shoulder.] She likes you! [But he's not really surprised. Allen's a good person, and his friend.]