Months ago, Ellis had seen her riding into Orzammar on this horse. Bigger than she was, almost comically so. He hadn't thought of it since, but now he does consider the beast. Sturdy, large, perhaps suited to covering long distances.

Ellis gives his attention first to the horse, letting his pack drop to the stable floor as he reaches to pat the horse's neck as he looks over the bulk of this creature. From what he can see? It might serve him better. And even though the horse doesn't look it, Ellis can't imagine an Avvar horse isn't made for speed to some degree.

"You're too generous," he tells her, before his voice dips back towards seriousness. "When I return will be better. I won't be able to take much with me."

Or rather, he won't be able to take much that betrayed where he'd been. He is meant to come as if he'd been ranging across fields and forest for years.

And everything precious to him is better left here, where it is safe.

"A horse is already a fine gift, Adrasteia."