The little press and the blowing of air made Turtle smile, just slightly, almost reluctantly because it was almost too easy, but Jan was being honest, too, she knew that, but that might be because the notion of a unicorn lying just didn't exist for Turtle. She wanted to just hug him right there, but she restrained herself, still feeling very chastised, and only wrapped one of her arms around his nose so that her hand could lightly stroke it while it was close.

"What's shoulder-friend?" she asked, although, if she put herself in the mind of a horse, she might be able to figure it out.