There was no hesitation in her answer. When Macabre invited Rowena to join her on this quest, Rowena knew she couldn't let her friend take leave alone, not in this state, not ever. It seems the late Vodnik willed his love for Macabre to his daughter, or perhaps Rowena leans on her affection for Macabre as a crutch in otherwise difficult times. Whatever the case, Rowena cares for the chestnut mare deeply and can't stand idly in the peak while Macabre risks everything alone.

Together they plunge into cold spring ocean and make the crossing to Tinuvel. Rowena's concern grows with each paddled stroke. As stoic as Macabre usually is, it's clear the red mare is struggling to complete the journey now. Her vocalizations are guttural, terrifying rising with the steam of her breath over dark, uneasy waters.

Rowena, sensing the urgency of the situation, paddles hard to keep up. She remains what she hopes to be a comforting presence, never more than a few yards away, despite the active currents. Should Macabre falter, Rowena will be right there to assist, but Macabre, strong as always, fights her way through the sea and through this labor bravely on her own.

The black mare follows her friend out of the water, and stands sentry beside her. Her eyes are trained inland, wary of a stranger's approach. The delivery is quick, but for Rowena it feels like an eternity. Her heart beats in her ears and in her throat. Despite the late hour, she is more awake than she has ever been. Rowena has never been to Tinuvel. She doesn't know who lives here or if they're friendly. What if they are found, and Rowena fails to protect Macabre in this moment of most tender vulnerability? It wouldn't be the first time Rowena failed to protect someone she loves.

Soon mare and filly stand quietly under the stars. Rowena casts uneasy glances over her shoulder, afraid to leave her post, but curiosity eventually consumes her and overwhelms her fears. She turns and steps towards the pair. With an outstretched neck she greets the newborn with a few puffs of warm breath on her damp haunch. Turning her face to Macabre's, Rowena whispers with awe "She's beautiful."