Oh. Right. You are a bit small, aren't you? [He grins at her. It's hard not to feel a bit excited himself with her mood so light already. Either she wanted company that badly or to use her magic, and in neither way could he deny her.]

Certainly! I understand the desire to stay in practice. I'm sure you have some wonderful other things to show off with.

[Which, personally, he invites. Perhaps there is inspiration to be found in someone who is a naturally talented mage, who finds such need to use it. He could use that. That ease, even if he only watches.

He holds the door open for her as they set off towards the stable he knows of. Unsurprisingly, with how well he had returned his horse from his excursion with Ciri -- and with the sizable tip on top of it -- it's easy to procure a calm chestnut mare that could rival Roach in prettiness. He takes in the magelet and decides, yes. In the effort of saving coin, they could share a saddle.]

Luckily, I have plenty of training in horse riding. It's about all the transportation we have, unless you're a mage -- hah, I wonder if you have any experience in that? -- and can make a portal. [Carts, horses. Horses were so much simpler when it was only himself on the road. Or, himself and a Witcher.] No complaints about sitting in the back, I hope? I promise I'm an easy driver, as long as it suits our friend Rosebud here.