The words on his tongue are banished by the appearance of the next gift. Sweeney's already pleased by the horses; the dogs make him grin. The first name is familiar, and he takes a moment to peek Gilia's way.

"I'm glad yer able ta have him here."

He wasn't sure that she would. A hound should go a long way in having a piece of home in a strange land. That's as much time as he has before the puppy is before him, and Sweeney reaches out to take him without hesitation. Placing him on his lap, it doesn't seem to be any effort to get the dog settled, as sleepy as he is. Sweeney idly scratches him behind his ears before his gaze returns to his princess.

"My lady is too generous."

It's not as though gifts aren't customary, but this sort was not expected.