Tarek finds comfort in this mare's presence. Maybe it's her pinto markings, not much unlike his own much-loved mother. Or maybe it's her kind demeanor. Hannah seems like someone he can trust. He could linger here, grazing in quiet comfort beside her forever.
And Tarek does, for a while. The silence stretches on, but only words can resolve the unspoken issue that their newfound companionship presents. They can't live in the commons forever, and Tarek doesn't want her operating under the impression that he has more than this to offer.
Tarek's swallows what's in his mouth, and his grazing halts. He lifts his heaad just a little, and clears his throat, a nervous habit. "Hannah, I don't want to lead you on." Dark eyes regard her in all seriousness. "I didn't come here to claim anyone. I'm looking for a herd too. I have nothing to give you." He sighs. "But maybe, we can find a herd together? I know it's a lot to ask, but will you come with me? We can find somewhere together." Afraid of what she might say, Tarek is still cautiously hopeful. They barely know each other, so he can't explain it, but his gut twists with longing, for Hannah.