Indian Hemp should know her better by now. Sehrish has proven, time and time again, to be bafflingly different from everyone he's ever met. She never reacts to the things he says like his self-doubting mind always expects her to act. It's well past time to stop self-doubting with Sehrish.

The white mare does not seem put off, judgmental or accusatory towards him at all, and she never has been. Instead she seems only concerned that her own freedoms might be limited by the restrictions placed on himself. Indian Hemp lets loose the breath he had been holding in the form of a relieved sigh. "Of course you can!", he reassures her, then continues on to explain. "He won't fear you stealing away his mares or having unsavory relations with them. As a stallion, I am always suspect, and always seen as a potential rival. I must be especially careful to give Vercingetorix no reason to doubt my honesty or regret his hospitality, but you are always free to do as you please."

Indian Hemp turns his face to Sehrish and levels a meaningful gaze with her own. He means what he says in more ways than one. Indian Hemp loves Sehrish and her sunny personality that lights up even the darkness of their forest home, but she is no hostage. He would appreciate it if she always stayed within his sights, but he would never place and restrictions on such a free spirit.