As the effects of his adrenaline-fueled rage subside, the tension smooths from tired muscles and Vodnik becomes aware of the ache of his recent wounds. There is a soreness in the ribs on his left side. He can feel it with every breath, and he knows tomorrow will be that much worse. Sweat stings the broken skin behind his withers. But despite his own damages, he fares better than this other stallion. Anonymous, is his name, and his discomfort is obvious. His steps are tender and his expression discontent.

Vodnik is ready to voice his brilliantly unexpected idea, when Anonymous make a request that is equally as unexpected. If Vodnik were in Anonymous' place, he'd want to be out of here, as far away from feelings of defeat as possible. To Vodnik, this speaks of another kind of bravery that he could never hope to possess. He is, once again, impressed.

Vodnik's ears focus forward and his wicked smile gives way to a more serious expression. "I'll let you stay under one condition. Remain as my second. Help me patrol these borders, and defend this territory." For a moment, Vodnik pauses, searching the other's dark face for his opinion thus far. "Thoug​​h your unannounced arrival, and your defiance should not be forgiven so easily, you fought bravely. I admire that, and I could use someone like you."​​