The sweet way he speaks to her almost makes Svetlana feel bad for her instinctive and constant selfishness. This new emotion makes her purse her lips -- not in interest, this time, but confusion. She couldn't remember a time that she had not made a decision based purely on what was most beneficial for her, and here this black giant was before her, seemingly the most easy target of all, and it made Svetlana feel bad. She watches the way his ears tilt backwards and finds herself worried that she had offended him. Her confusion grows. She snorts quietly now, her smirk transforming into something more genuine. "Good to know."

Her dark tail sways in the salty breeze but her amber eyes remain on Blackmore. There's something pained about his expression and she itches to question him. It's only when he starts to stumble on his words again that she decides to. "Who is the forth you refuse to count?" Surely there was an interesting story behind this, the way his eyes shifted and the way his voice cracked. It was almost easy for her to assume that the stallion blamed himself for whoever and wherever his Forth was. Each passing second, Svetlana can feel herself peeling away from making a beneficial decision and instead make a sympathetic decision. For something so unlike her, the mutt was almost okay with it.

She gives him some time to respond and offers a quiet whicker. "I think I'll stay here for a bit."

After all, it didn't appear he had a Queen yet, and we can't make Svetlana entirely unselfish just yet.