Vena beams at the nod - not being afraid of Guts clearly seems to give her some status among her friends - and then instantly frowns. "You don't need to cut her up. Safflower's trained."

"We train our horses like back in my homeland," Lashan says laconically. She's taken charge of the mare and is feeding her crunchy tidbits out of an open palm, while Thistle crops grass that has grown long in the shadow of the wall. "They're the most responsive horses in the world. This one wouldn't know what to do if you spurred her."

"You should let me help," Vena says, having handed her pieces over. "It'll be faster."

There is a bit of hubbub incoming as the joined twin Healers, in the finery they always seem to wear in public, have left the temple are making their way purposefully towards the gate with a small entourage. They are not here yet, it will be a few minutes before they're in speaking range, but it's clearly only decorum that's kept them from calling out and waving or breaking into their best approximation of a run. Guts will have become more familiar with them over the past week - they come through the bathhouse at the same time, a time period shared with various other Sisters who really don't want to be looked at, touched, or talked to while uncovered.

Noticing this Lashan says, "It will be faster and then we can get out of here before priests start breathing down our necks."