She catches the way the massive stallion curls in to comfort the mare, and is vividly (and painfully) reminded of her foal hood with Sigurdr. The way that he was always quick to take care of her, before he and her father disappeared to the Nordurland for the first time. It sets her teeth to aching from the immense pressure of her clenching them to stem the tide of memories, and she waits patiently for the girl's answer to her question.

A tight-lipped smile is all the answer she offers the stallion's quip about fortune, and it fades quickly as both of them begin showing obvious signs of unease at her follow-up question. Clearly they were fleeing something terrible, although the answer she was given did not offer much in the way of clarity. There were a lot of hims in this world.

Cullen, if the bastard still lived. Tyr, who unfortunately did still live. Aranck. Fell. Isiksiz. Plenty of hims to loathe and fear in equal measure.

She wondered who their mother was; if she was a past Peak member that had come to the mountain range for refuge in the past, or just a stranger that had heard of the sanctuary offered. It would have been nice to meet another Peak member, if only so that Róisín could pick their brain for stories and tips and ideas of how to improve things.

"You are welcome here," she responds to the mare. Another faint - albeit more genuine - smile touching her lips. "What are your names?"

Her gaze lifts back to the stallion again, almost reluctantly and she eyes him again. He looks nothing like the one northern resident she knows best: Fell. Where the Arch lead was black and svelte, this man was tall and powerful, his shoulders rippling with more muscle than probably existed on her whole body. She didn't intend to question him on much - she'd much rather hear the girl's story, if she were honest - but she did want to know more about who his father was. There were too many bad apples on the islands these days for Róisín to not be wary.

"And your father? Who is he?" She did her best to keep her voice level, but she could not hide the narrowing of her eyes as she scrutinized him. The Peak had both allies and enemies to the North, and it was important to know whose blood was joining them lest it put them all at greater danger.