Alec is still dubious about the horse. He understood it but by and large wished he hadn't and isn't about to translate it. For the moment though he manages to get on the beast's back, gripping its mane though not too tightly and adjusting his seat until the horse tells him he's tolerable.

"Right... Good..." He stares out at the dark tunnels of the cavern. "Where next." And dear god he hopes this isn't a trial. He wants to sleep. Maybe even eat. Though the thought of going back to that inn room sours his stomach-- he's not about to complain.