She didn't even flinch as the young woman changed back into flesh. She offered her cloak. Not because she was uncomfortable, but it just seemed the polite thing to do.
"He was in need of a run. And so was I." Marian glanced toward the horse, his mouth no longer foaming, his ribs no longer heaving with each breath. He was curious, which was clear with his ears, turned in their direction. "I've had a cooped up and trapped feeling lately. Nothing better to heal it than a run on a grand stallion." She shook her head at the question of whether or not she hunted. "I suppose I could, but there are more people that are more adept at it than I am."