He felt her brush against him and he felt her shift and move and whisper out a sigh. He joined her, but his hid in his breath and let it blow away in the wind. Again, feelings swept O Melhor away in a current of loneliness and fear. As she moved back to face him better, the dark stallion peered at her, wondering what her reply would be. He sighed gently at her answer and leaded into her. "Thank you." He murmured, gently pressing into her again before moving away. "But don't worry, my queen, I shall stay for a long period of time before I set out on another journey." A weak smile growing stronger, he dipped his head in the utmost respect. Thick strands of his silvery mane fell onto his forelock as he did so and stayed put as his head rose.

A light grin was tossed to her as he caught her gaze and held it, letting moments slip by unnoticed. He felt the breeze pick up and rustle the trees and he breathed in the scent of his home. Now, with Tallynne not that angry at him, it was good to be home. It was only a guess that she was still a bit upset at him and reasonable too. Somehow he felt that she was searching for something deeper and more intense, something to lift her spirits again. Whenever he had been around her, he had noticed that she had been more depressed and she seemed even more lonely now. But perhaps O Melhor was simply beginning to notice how quiet she was fully, and he was simply assuming all of his ideas. Deciding to start light, he spoke again. "I realize I haven't been very up to date lately. How is our son doing?"