Her conversation with Bjorn had soothed some of her guilt, but she still felt responsible for what had happened. Not only had she let the handsome grulla down, but Sigurdr, Ysabel, Isabel and Osiris had all been forced to pay for her shortcomings and she had not reached at point at which she was okay with it.

Listlessly she paced the borders of her homeland, seeking the warmth of the fall sun upon her back. Her stomach swelled slightly, and while it was hardly visible to the naked eye, the responsibility of her unborn child weighed heavily on her mind. She had to do better. There was no other option than to become stronger and more useful.

A large and unfamiliar shape ahead of her distracts her, and with a newfound worry she freezes in her tracks, ears immediately pinning beneath the dark strands of her mane. Were the Lagoon stallions back to try and take more from her home?

She forces her hooves forward until she can make out more details, and as the figure resolves itself into a mare, she relaxes to some degree. Not that mares couldn't be a threat, but this one looked as morose as Siobhan felt. The red mare really isn't in the mood for company, but it would be extremely rude to barge this close and then walk away without saying anything. Swallowing her own feelings for a moment, she strides forward, adopting a neutral expression on her blazed face.

"Hello there." She curves her lips into a smile that doesn't quite meet her eyes. "Is everything okay? You look rather glum."