Cosmo shivers involuntarily as she inhales, like prey, but his anxiety is reduced to a small tremor. Autumn nights. He takes Hecate's hand, and is brought back up to his hooves. They click-clack on the hardwood floor as he regains his balance, and Cosmo can't help but laugh nervously as he pulls away. It's not a pretty laugh; even when not a full bray, it has a nasal quality.

"Deepest apologies an' all that. I'm a new student," he explains, then steps back and does a bow, tail held still and submissive. "'Scuse my insolence."