"This is the fifth Roach I've had," Geralt said, his fingers stretching up from his hold on the reins to touch the velvet bristles under her chin. He'd never bothered bringing up the information before because... well. Because. But horse's lives were much shorter than witchers' and so eventually... and sometimes before that, if they were unlucky. Geralt had never tried naming his horse anything else-- Vesemir had told him from the start that it was soft, meant that he couldn't let go and he had to let go but the horses all kept the name regardless of color, sex or temperament.

"They get used to the road. Certainly don't all start with everything you need but horses are intelligent. They get the hang of things." Jaskier wasn't wrong to try and find a horse that he had a spark with, but he didn't need to test for all the ravages of what they might go through up front. "Plus, Roach will lead. Another mare, or a gelding, they'll follow her."