"Niffler, yes," Newt nods, still cradling the creature tightly to his chest. "He is very much fond of shiny things, which often lands him in trouble, as you can imagine." Despite his words, there is an obvious fondness for the creature in the way Newt clutches him to his chest and the way he speaks.

The Niffler continues to squirm, but eventually settles with a pouty huff.

"You shouldn't be out in the water, anyway," Newt says, tilting his head down to speak directly to the creature. "You'll catch cold."

"That's a beautiful horse you have there," he nods a moment later, glancing back at Eowyn and her companion.