Roheryn gamely follows the other horse, even when it becomes obvious that this is no mortal horse. Valdis slows him as she see the hearse, watching the ghostly steed greet its master, and she recognizes the woman instantly, by sight and by feel.

"Mortanne."

The one who is both like her and not like her.

"I'll admit I never thought we would, but that horse...it keeps coming to me in dreams. Your doing I assume."

There's far less hostility in her voice than there might once have been, indeed, she's far more curious and willing to have a conversation these days.