Fair and innocent, she asked if they were friends. Asche's eyes fell for a moment, his blunt teeth digging in to his lips as he processed how to respond. "Not exactly," he breathed, words soft and sigh like. "Jabberwocky won't be around for a while, I'm afraid." For a moment, the stallion felt a pang of shame in his chest - he'd done what he'd always seen men do, taken what he wanted and taken no prisoners. Though he'd felt proud of his new land and enjoyed the company of those he had met here - such as Soda, Jabberwocky's lonesome daughter - he hoped he could offer them a happy home, full of life. A land unlike the one had happened upon when he had first arrived. "Did you know him well?" he inquired, eyes soft with concern as he gazed at her. He prayed she would answer no, then perhaps his conscience could go back to feeling settled. The guilt he felt was a new and uncomfortable sensation.

The discomfort began to ebb away as he settled by her side, muscles relaxing. He'd been active the past few days - patrolling, swimming back and fourth from the crossing in an attempt to start building the foundations for a successful herd, and what he had to show for it was an aching body and a small collection of acquaintances that he was quite fond of, and hoped would become good friends.

"Weeks? Have you been alone all this time?" his voice betrayed his concern, and he pivoted to fully face her, dark forelock falling to the pale side of his face and obscuring vision from his pale eye, the amber beaming out at her and glinting in the light. He was sure she could look after herself on her own - she gave off an air of self sufficiency, yet her eyes told a story of sadness. He'd learn it in time, he told himself. Now was not the right time for deep stories of woe and strife, it was a time for enjoying the view - the picturesque sunset, and the girl with pink skin and sad cerulean eyes.