His vehemence took her aback for a moment, although she tried to school her expression before she gave too much away. Still, her ears tipped back and eyes widened as he continued in his rant, even accentuating the tantrum with the stomp of one small hoof. A part of the red mare wanted to scold him for his lack of politeness, for she would likely have had more than a few new bitemarks in her hide if she had behaved in such a manner anywhere near her family.

She didn't though. While his words were perhaps not nice, they painted a very vivid picture in Siobhan's mind of the situation the colt found himself in. Bjorn had clearly made the decision to bring this colt and his dam here, perhaps without the knowledge of how close the foal was to it's sire. And now that they were here, misery was all the colt could see. He was too young to see the much larger scheme of things, the push and pull of herd stallions jockeying for position and power. Young enough still that each day felt far fresher than it did for her, by simple virtue of his age. Experience hadn't worn him down quite yet, and the pain of losing a father that he clearly admired was obviously devastating.

With these thoughts swirling around her head, her face softened back to concern and she thought for a moment before replying. "Well, I am happy to meet you Belikov, even if you don't want to be here."

A small smile, meant to put him more at ease, crept onto her lips before she continued. "Maybe you could look at this as a vacation of sorts? Even if you and your mom have to stay here, at least it's a pretty place to stay. Where I come from it's pretty boring, nothing like here."

She glances around, not fully sure how to ease her new companion into an emotion other than blinding rage. A thought occurs to her as she remembers her interaction with Sigurdr. Siobhan considers offering him a tour first of the few places she knows here, but she has a sneaking suspicion that this offer, given now, would only come off as an insult.

Instead, she offers to listen to the things he misses, because she knows that sometimes that can help soothe the hurt. "What was your old home like, Belikov?"