[ his serene smile twitches higher, and then he nods towards the stable entrance, making his way in. A whinny alerts them to the presence of the horses within, along with some stamping hooves. Rafael's horse and Isabella's are visible, along with a pair of white ones, and a smaller one that is likely the grown foal they saw two years ago. Raf moves to foschia, running a hand down the horse's snout with clear affection, murmuring something conciliatory to it in Italian. ]
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