Oh, she sure is. She knows it too.

[Ponyta tosses her mane and turns away from the boys, pawing at the grass and leaning down to sniff at it. Purposefully ignoring them. Sylvain can't bite back a smile at it. She's just a horse, even if she is also on fire.]

And odd they sure are! Did you wake up in a strange bedroom and get a bunch of things thrust at you by someone who is decidedly not your mother, also?