[Fogado puts out a hand carefully, not wanting to spook the horse, being a stranger and all. She seems friendly enough, though, so he says apologetically,]

I don't have anything either, sorry. [He'll slowly reach to pet her muzzle. She really is fluffy, he's a little awed about it. He glances at Sylvain.] Still, it seems like they've been in good hands here, right? They seem totally relaxed.