Vanya grows increasingly uncomfortable with the feminine energy that builds here, and wishes she could find a way to exit the conversation gracefully. As grateful as she was for the rescue, her feelings were conflicted and she was tired. As the adrenaline from their late-night escape waned, exhaustion took it's place and Drogon was not the only one that wore the visible stress on his face. Still, these first few hours would be the most dangerous, when the threat of Rougaru's retaliation was high and the magnanimity of the Peak was as yet uncertain.

Wasp, despite her commanding presence, seemed to be genuine as she offered to help them settle in and Vanya nodded stiffly. "Thank you."

Vanya knows she should probably offer more words of thanks and appreciation, and yet the words do not come to her. She cannot flatter these mares or sway them with a flick of her hip. With gratefulness, it seemed that they would not require more from her tonight, and her gaze darts to Nekharat as the desert mare dismisses them. With a nod of her head, Vanya wordlessly ushers Drogon toward the indicated outcropping so that the colt could finally rest and she could mull over the convoluted path her future would now take.