[Rialynn comes to an unsteady stop. This guy just asked a question as she was walking coincidentally in his direction, and that gives her pause...albeit with a sort of deer-in-the-headlights look.]

Er... Were you asking me, or was that a rhetorical question?

[Because she's sincerely unsure. The horse she's leading doesn't seem to care either way, and is currently whuffling at one of the Moogles in its endless search for treats. The Moogle yelps in surprise as a big warm muzzle pushes against its back and it flutters quickly away to stare at the strange beast. Rialynn gestures a little with a sheepish smile.]

I mean...lots of little kids in this town do, so, you know. Probably best not to say that kind of thing out loud, right?