Through her injuries she stays confident in the face of the lightly golden stranger. For some reason she had no fear of being harmed here except when it came to the mare Nyimara. She was the only one she worries about on this island, but perhaps she should be extending those worries. After all, two stallions had just entered thier home and stolen her child and the King's heir. She should be more frieghtened, but the time of fear had passed. She was ready to do something about the foals captures.

Blue eyes watch him intently as he begins to speak in response to her warnings. It was true that Bjorn might not be the easiest stallion to meet right now especially a stranger to the Ridge. However, this stallion begins to save he was not concerned about Bjorn. Her head tilts to the side as he continues to explain he has already met their northern King. Bjorn was a busy stallion during this time of war to be befriending stallions along with bringing home new mares. Seems he was taking the distraction of others to his advantage. The champagne stallion begins to step towards her, but Ysabel holds her ground. She was still unsure, but she extends her muzzle to greet the newcomer.

She takes in the scent of this Ailill as he seems to focus on her wounds. She was instantly surprised at the stallion's generosity. She nods her word at his question of her wounds being painful, but still, here she was playing lead mare. She should be resting with Askold. Ysabel stares at him in awe as he offers his strength to aid her aching body. She obliges, mostly because being in comfort was something she enjoyed. The golden mare leans her body against his, feeling the heat rise between them. "Thank you." She says with a small sigh.

"So you say you asked Bjorn if you could come here? Do you plan on staying long?" She was curious to know what kind of plans this stallion had in coming here.