There's more smiling and laughter to her than anyone he's spoken to in a long time. Wash might like that.

He matches her smile with one of his own, something quiet and genuine enough, a little rare for him -- not that she would know that. The horse is calm between them, making some huffing sound, and he reaches a hand over to give her a fond little scratch under her chin.

"That might be nice, if it doesn't bother the horses to walk out in the cold."

He assumes walking and letting them stretch their limbs for a bit is probably a good thing? But look he doesn't know.