"Most of the horses here are wild. So it would make it very difficult to ride one. Not impossible, but probably dangerous." She knew the elve's horses were not the sort that were broken, nor were they the sort to take to many people riding them. "But it can be as freeing as this place has to offer." Marian knew that sort of trapped feeling. When you couldn't run after those you loved.
"If we needed it, I would probably help whomever I could." She'd done just that on more than one occasion when she'd been on the train. "I'm afraid I'd only kill anything I tried to help grow." She had the opposite of a green thumb.