At his name uttered in a familiar voice, Virgil stirred from where he'd been hiding — the saddle bag. "Speak of the devil", Arven murmured with a smile, and reached into the bag. The ferret wound sleepily around his arm. "The bag's enchanted to ensure it's comfortable for him. I don't normally take Virgil on long rides, but since you asked for him in your letter..." It was clear Dove had this man so charmed that there was much he'd do for her.

Arven carefully maneuvered his horse a bit closer to hers and passed the ferret across so he could ride with Dove. "It seems you summoned him with your voice. Maybe you are are a druid..."