What a dog! Angela's grandmother seems a touch intimidated but her grandfather doesn't at least. He gestures a little testily at the front door. "Hoggin' up my Angela's room, that's where."

That seems to snap her grandmother out of what fear the dog brings out in her as she huffs. "Go on in, we'll see to your horses." Horses she likes, huge dogs not so much. All the other horses she's already gathered up near the side of the house, under shade where they can graze to their heart's content.

Angel must hear the voices because she trots out in time to open the door. She's not much use to the poor prince in her bed so she might as well let people in. "Come in, come in, I --"

Oh! The dog! For a moment Angela blinks at him and then she beams! "I think he might be waiting on you particularly. Come on~."