The boy is so terrified of her that it breaks her heart. Every time she shifts or breathes or blinks, he's studying her as if his life depends on it. As though she were a danger to him, rather than a protector. Siobhan slows her motions as a result, but even this is not enough. The moment her reassuring touch to his hindquarters makes contact he's flying away, gums champing in a desperate plea for safety.

Thankfully, he does not flee far and while her heart yearns to follow him, she knows that pursuit is not the answer. For whatever reason, he is terrified of her, and trying to rush him into understanding her innate adoration of him would not work. Torn, she ultimately decides to lower her head back to the filly, encouraging her to stand if she had not already, and to nurse. Siobhan knew by the birth sac that had wrapped around her when she arrived that the girl had not nursed and it was imperative that she do so for her health.

Siobhan bristles as a dark figure arrives and then proceeds to sweep by her, her body tensing as the possible need to protect them rises. However, the dark mare with her curved ears is vaguely familiar in the same way that the fallen mare with her patches of glistening blood-red is familiar. They lived here, or near here, or lingered here. Siobhan watches closely as the bald-faced mare turns to appease the injured woman first, but relaxes as Nzingha turns to address her. Shaman she says, and Siobhan offers a worried smile. It is not the first time that someone has butchered her name, but she understands well enough and nods in response to her order.

Siobhan's gaze rises anxiously to the waves that stretch beyond, still half-certain that she will spot the silver-haired pair swimming her way. She sees no such figure, but the ocean reeks of malignancy tonight. Adding further worries to the red mare's pile, Charybdis begins to speak of shining lights in the darkness, forcing Siobhan to consider the possibility that her wounds were far greater than she had first suspected. There was nothing Siobhan could do, directly, to help her, and she shifted fretfully toward the woods. The least she could do was to protect these children from having such a terrible memory ingrained in them so young.

Hating herself for doing it, Siobhan steps neatly around the filly and angles toward the colt, hoping that the pressure of her presence will separate him from his fascinated exploration of the dark-colored mare. Siobhan offers no aggression - no pinned ears or bared teeth - as she might to move her older, stubborn daughters. She offers only gentle insistence that the colt join her and the filly beneath the protective cover of the jungle's darkness.

"Your friend will come," Siobhan says softly, her glance flicking to Nzingha. In truth, she did not know if the bald-faced spirit woman would linger long enough to say hello once they were in the trees, but she could see the potential for a bond developing between the boy and the mare. If he were to succeed here, he would need something to anchor him until he understood how deeply he was already loved. Once he is (hopefully) skittering in the direction of the darkness, Siobhan reaches back to nuzzle at the filly in encouragement and then begins the laborious process of herding both of them into protection.

At the shadow of the trees, she turns back to meet Charybdis' gaze and nods, promising to take care of them.

OOC: Okayed with Tay to skip over her turn for now <3