"Here.. such a good girl.." Arthur whispers to his horse Viola while gently combing her mane. the horse presses its muzzle to the owner's hand and neighs quietly. "Here you are.. my pretty girl" soothes and praises the horse by combing its fur, you can see that Viola is very close to him, she trusts her owner.

you walk out of the little porch and look at Arthur who is constantly praising the horse as if it was the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. you look at them and hear only

"Such a good girl"

"Atta girl"

"Yes.. very good"