"She must be quite the leader," At that, he felt comfortable smiling. The matriarch. He remembered loving the Tuatha's matriarch in the book as a comforting soul who was harsh one moment and loving the next so that no one would swindle her family. Torchwood had certainly tried, after all. For a moment, he wanted to ask more about Maeve out of curiosity to compare her literary equivalent but he'd been stopped as he saw a bison passing further past the way into the Tuatha's carts and housing. Sam seemed to still, not realizing precisely how large a bison had really been.

"Would you like a list of my ski--my..." Somewhat breathless, he found he was looking between Caoimhe and the great pack beasts with wide eyes. "They're quite large, aren't they?"

"...Are they friendly, Caoimhe?"