As the years wear on, Rowena has become less like a child and more like a mother hen. She doesn't have any children of her own, so she projects these instincts on others. Her gentle scolding of this stranger is one example. The feelings that follow are another.
The stallion makes a noticeable effort to calm himself, and his apology soothes the edge off of her anger. In its place come feelings of sympathy and an inexplicable urge to help someone she's only just met. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to startle you.", she replies. With all the fire gone from her eyes, and her ears tipped forward again, she continues, stifling a quiet chuckle. "I won't take you prisoner if you won't take me prisoner."
Rowena regards the bay and white stallion in just a moment of silence. It appears he can see her, at least a little, but his condition is a dangerous handicap for a prey animal. She wonders if he was born like this. The mare's tone is no longer biting. It is instead laced with concern. "If you're not with the Lagoon anymore, then where do you plan to go next?" Rowena's conscience can't let her leave someone so vulnerable behind without knowing if he he has somewhere safe to go, and someone to be his eyes in times of vital need.
