Doc doesn't linger too long with his horse, but there are several long moments and brief, quiet snippets of conversation (people might think it's one sided, but Doc begs to disagree) and his hands on soft hair.

Until Nova starts trying to chew on his hair, of course.

"Alright, alright," he protests. "I'll feed you."

He glances over at her. "I want to feed everyone, first, then we'll figure out who's getting turned out where this morning."