[ How cute... Odette's friendly demeanor actually makes her feel safer already, even if she hadn't been feeling particularly in danger. Her own ears and tail perk up at the nickname, apparently surprised, but not displeased, to be referred to in such a way. There's a beat or two that she prolongs her stare back at her companion before obediently beginning a slow trot in the direction Odette's turned them in, the clicks of her hooves muted by the carpet. ]

...I suppose that it is more the former than the latter.

[ She hums out, after some quiet time to contemplate. it's kind of nice that she's not looking directly at Odette as she explains this — she knows how preposterous the nature of the house sounds to most people. But Odette's always had a fairly accepting demeanor, about the various mysteries that dot her life. ]

Where it sat last was on an island with a very small fishing village, hidden away on a cliff. Before then... outside the capital of England, London, in a quiet wood. Though I would not say that it has a visage truly befitting of the countryside.

[ At least, she seems to take 'country' and 'city' literally, thinking that Odette is asking whether the mansion was surrounded by the hustle and bustle of civilization or not. ]