His dark eyes narrow when she speaks, but not in a hateful way. Evidently she has misunderstood him and taken his bluntness for disagreeableness. He inhales and exhales at a deliberate pace, watching the clouds of warm condensation escaping from his nostrils to help regulate his patience.

During the pause in the course of her impassioned speech, Solgar hears a faint shriek echoing across the vast landscape and knows immediately that the eagle has found prey. This small detail, for the moment at least, reassures him that all is well with the world, that everything is going as it should be, and that he has no reason but to be thankful for Ferrari's presence.

Gritting his teeth, the stallion attempts a hard smile. "I see you've already made your decision," he replies wryly, and shifts his weight. He isn't sure whether the mare is brave or stupid for choosing to move in with someone she barely knows, but he isn't about to complain. Another body to fill the void, he thinks.

"All right, then, what is it you want to know?"