Her thin nostrils flare, the smoldering anger burns itself into just an ember. Her honey gaze lingers on Orhan's face, she does not miss the flash of surprise at her outburst. She listens to his words, a feeling of guilt spreads through her chest, she should of not taken her frustrations out on him. "I do understand Orhan. In my homeland I know the meaning of fear. If you fear for your herd, and are ever need of assistance, I will be there for you." She pauses, then follows his gaze as he continues. He speaks of the night that they had spent under the ancient oaks, sharing the pains of the past. "I still hold that fear." She says, but she knows now that she has made friends. They would stand by her if such a warrior came to claim her life.

A'idah's ears tip towards Orhan as he mentions a fleabitten mare, who does not go by the name of El Halin. A crease line, furrows her brow. How could this mare look the same but not go by the name? She needed to see for herself, a feeling of fear begins to blossom in her chest. As Orhan, continues her crease disappears. I care for my head, but they are not you." Was there more of a meaning behind these words? Or was she just reading into something he did not intend. As he turns away, she almost opens her dark lips to tell him to wait. To invite him to stay a few moments longer, to linger in the sands with her in the moonlight. Yet, she does not speak just lets the silence span between them. Good night, A'idah.

A soft breeze ruffles her blonde tresses. The moon illuminates her crimson coat. "Ma'salama Orhan. Safe travels back to the Desert." She stands there, until only the imprints in the sand were a reminder of their meeting. She tips her head to the moon above, and whispers a silent prayer.