Stepping into the stables first is a young woman, ashen haired and dressed in the shiny armor of a Grey Warden. Not far behind her is a black mare, snorting lowly as they enter the stables and Ciri lets out a long yawn. It isn't unfamiliar for her to be out and about at this hour, dreams kept her from sleeping until she finally gave up on it altogether and went out riding.

And the armor helped to keep anyone from bothering her, most gave the Wardens a wide berth and she was happier for it.

"Yes, yes. I hear you." She murmurs, rolling her shoulders as Kelpie dips her head and nudges it with another snort of hot air. Reaching into her side saddles, she produces two apples taking one for herself and passing the other off to the mare. "One bedtime snack for the both of us."