There is something about this mare. She seems uncomfortable, shifting in their presence. The way she looks at Camrynn in particular, the slight shift in her gaze. Of course, Pevensie can't read minds. She isn't even an empath, but she is old. As such, she has had plenty of years to judge and analyse the body language of her fellow equestrian, a skill she found particularly enabling in her years as a diplomat and doubtlessly has it's uses as a Queen as well.
"I'm glad to hear it. If there is anything at all we can do for you, don't hesitate to make us aware," she extends the offer, her smile growing in warmth. It is her instinct to make her fellow creature feel welcome and safe, to extend a courteous hand and bring them into the fold.
Her attention ebbs away from the mother, turning to her child. The little pony-Queen has always had a great affinity for children. This one is no exception. Her curling lips broaden as she looks to the yearling, taking a step towards him as he paddles in the water, chasing the fish. "Each oasis has different ones in you know, and if you go to the right parts of the Deserts, there are camels to chase. A young stallion called Gaza showed me once, I'm sure he'd be happy to take you too," she suggests, flicking her ears back to the mother-mare, waiting for some hint of approval or disapproval at the idea.
