It seems almost as though she has closed off the rest of the world. Glancing at him with a rather contemptuous look, she turns her eyes back to the dunes and ignores him. Of course she would. Badr is not the sort of man to let matters of vanity and pride injure him, so instead of pushing forwards and trying to get her attention or get close, though he does suspect that even while she’s shut off and painfully still, he wouldn’t doubt that she would be more than willing to throw a good kick in his direction without second thought.

Badr had often been the object of hate, and so he developped a thick skin for such sentiments; he learned to swallow insults, retaliate against attacks, and even how to deal with someone that ignores him.

He leaves.

With barely a sigh, he shrugs his great dark shoulders and turns back towards the beach, leaving the mare behind him and aiming to go about his day as though nothing had happened- certainly when she got hungry or thirsty enough and found that there was no one but him here to help her, she would be more receptive to his presence.