He spreads them even as she asks her question, and she knows the answer even before he gives it. Those are most certainly what he had wanted. They’re far larger than anything Djinni has worn (at least at her current size) but somehow they seem to suit the bay stallion more than a more elegant pair might.
He thanks her, and the words are far more genuine than most she hears, even though her gift-giving is fairly frequent. Perhaps it is because she is sought out for favors, and so the gratitude is more satisfaction of a completed transaction. Not Brennen though; he hadn’t really even known what he was wishing for.
The bay stallion says he’s never started any quarrels with the sisterhood, and she smiles because they both know what that really means. “I doubt anyone would admit to that,” she replies, “though I’m fairly certain Nerine doesn’t plan on starting quarrels with anyone.” No one in Beqanna seems poised to bicker; they are all still adjusting. It’s been nearly a year and a half, and they’re still learning about this new place, and about each other.