Not much of a rider, herself, Karisa nonetheless waited patiently for Zoë to return after being informed that the older woman had taken her horse out for a little while. It wasn't terribly long before she was back anyway, and Karisa is waiting with water in one hand and a banana in the other (for Zoe and Sirona, respectively, of course); she heard somewhere that horses liked bananas.

"Is it okay? If I give it to her, I mean. Also I want to ask you something, but relax first." She grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet while she peels the banana.

"Did you have a good ride?"