Though he hadn't noticed it before, it was hard to miss the hitch in Ruxin's stride. Dirty, thin, and hurt, the paint was a trinity of ailments and No wasn't quite sure what to do with him. By nature, he was not a very sympathetic caretaker and it's a style of caring not many responded to. Well. Responded favorably. He doesn't stop walking until they are well inland and the sound of the ocean is all but inaudible. He can feel it still - steady as his own heartbeat - but it should be distant enough for Ruxin to no longer be made anxious by it. He's nearly lost amidst the tall grass, the gently swaying blades brushing against his shoulders and neck as he stops finally to graze himself. When Ruxin finally does speak, he turns to level the younger stallion with an unimpressed gaze. Whether he'd done it purposefully or not, Ruxin hadn't actually answered his question. He supposes it doesn't really matter in the long run, ears giving a dismissive twitch as he jerks his head to gesture at their surroundings. "Well. I think I'll call this place mine. So, you're welcome to stay as long as you like."