She was no spring filly to be confused as to her attraction to the stallion that had only ghosted past her peripheral for the last little while, to be misguided in what her body believed despite her mind’s misgivings. The summer had made time together with him scarce, so that he was still quite a stranger compared to his, her, their, son.

He turns his head to her and he does not seem perturbed by her approach, so she entertains the notion that her company is not entirely unwanted. His attention is keener, though, than those terrifying first meetings where they could not anticipate what way his son’s health would turn. She mentions Carbon fondly and he seems to grow fond in the speaking of him. He offers more thanks than she can accept, but she doesn’t speak against it now. Instead she moves on to mention her own son’s favorite creature in all the world. Akello. Then Vulcan is mentioned and it is her turn to turn a little shy.

She can feel it, there, just lightly and not yet uncovered enough to presume herself on him - but it is there nonetheless. She instead speaks of their home, guarded by the man himself. His smile widens and further unburies the beginnings of affection when she asks if he’d fancy a bit of company. "I have stuck to the shoreline, using the sea’s breeze for relief… perhaps I have been remiss not to seek out your caves sooner!"

It offers, too, a chance to be alone, to try and test the waters of flirtation outside the prying eyes of other residents. It embarrassed her, sometimes, to be so bold when she was not as splashed and wildly painted as even her son. It had been a more level playing field in her old country - here, there was another entire level of flash and bang in appearance she couldn’t have imagined or competed with.

Then again, wasn’t there a little yearning in his eyes that one time on the ridge? Or what about the brush of their sides as he bid his son, sons, goodnight? She plays aloof because she had never been very good at reading between the lines between man and woman… but could it be? Perhaps after such a past her own peacefulness and surety would give rise to his own affections in the same way his distant attentions had made her crave more of him? "The boys are well, I left them to Akello, if perhaps you would care to show me?"