There was no reason for him to thank her, but she nodded all the same - because it was the gracious thing to do. He couldn't have known that this was what she did, and thanking her for being who she was seemed somewhat strange to her. She kept these observations to herself; they'd do no good.
The morning light broke over the meadow as they rode gently out of the treeline. Across the hill she could see the roof of the stable - and past it, the high tower that was her library. She smiled despite herself, despite the circumstances. Coming home was always something she loved to do.
A few more minutes, and they were at her doorstep. She almost immediately began freeing the horse of the reins, then - when Logan dismounted - the saddle. With efficient, practiced movements, she hung the tack on the rail of her porch, knowing full well that the City would move it to where it belonged by the time they walked into her cottage. With a fond pat and a rub of that velvet nose, she said quiet goodbyes to the beastie who'd so gracefully transported them, then let the horse find its way back home again.
"Come on, then," she said warmly to her friend. And she opened the cottage door for him.
There was breakfast to be tended. She set her mind on that.