Hermione has no interest in riding horses. Any time she rides anything, it usually means that she's running for her life, so she'll be perfectly happy to keep both feet on the ground until such a time comes that she can get on a train or car or other automobile. But they're sweet animals, and they clearly don't mind the attention, so Hermione has been using them as her main distraction since her return to Skyhold.

Seeing the way the mare messily bites at the carrot in her hand almost puts a smile on her face, but not quite. Some of the softness goes out of her eyes, though, when she hears a voice behind her; she's not quite tense when she realizes who it is, but she'd still been marginally more comfortable when it had been just her and the horses.

"Christine," she greets softly, voice a little rusty from lack of regular use lately. "I hope you've been well."