Pig's a horse. Childermass honestly can't be expecting much in the way of conversation, can he? Her ears prick towards the magician, but after a moment of looking at him attentively, she does little more than lower her head to huff softly into the side of his head, tickling the feathers there.

Butcher, in the meantime, seems pleased enough with the attention he's getting, remains oblivious to the mood in the air. Satisfied he's gotten Childermass's attention, if only for a moment, his focus drifts and lands on Peridot, ears perking up. After a last butt of his head against the magician's fingers, he trots over the short distance to Peridot, sniffing at her curiously in a way more reminiscent of a puppy than the donkey he resembles.