Zjeena wants to be mad. She wants to tense at the stallion's touch and shrink away. She wants to let Liland know how bitter she is about his loss and his decision to move the herd to such an undesirable climate, but she can't. Liland is her only weakness, and instead she melts under his touch.
Zjeena heaves a weighted sigh. "Okay, I guess.", but she fails to be convincing. Zjeena has never been a very good liar.
The mare closes her eyes and buries her face into the hollow between Liland's neck and shoulder. She breathes is scent deep and finds comfort in it. Knowledge of the coming night, and therefore the coming of cool air is an additional comfort.