Rougaru eyes the painted duo cautiously for a moment, even after Kestral spoke his peace. He would not put it past Vasilisa to pull some stunt in an attempt to be free of him, some secret rescue mission. However despite his reserve, the spotted stallion appears nonchalant, relaxed even, his words spoken in calm even tones. How odd a family dynamic.

He keeps his words to himself as Vasilisa speaks up now, her words filling in the gaps that Kestral's story leaves off. From the bits of conversation he had with Nampeyo it must clearly be true, it was quite hard for two keep a secret much less three. Tensions begin to relax within his muscles as the pregnant spotted mare speaks up, her smug expression hard and despite himself Rougaru cannot help but to laugh. "You still are full of yourself Nam." he mumurs, emerald eyes glittering in the dappled sunlight that filtered in from the shading palms above. "Im suprised your stallion found room to fit his seed." he adds with a toss of his head, his gaze turning back to Kestral. "There are not many like you. Most seek to make a name for themselves and gather a herd to boot. Is there a place you call home?" he asks a growing curiosity building within him, especially now that the war was pending. A few extra hands around didn't hurt in the least. His gaze flits to Noctis as he implies that both have a good many spots and once more Rougaru finds himself appreciating the boy's calculated reserve. Contrast to his brash half-brother. Nam once more speaks up, as if attempting to reassure her mother that the foal that grew her belly was not his own and once more he chuckles, emerald eyes glittering as he brushes his lips once more along Vasilisa's withers. "Your mother is fine. She is mine, but fine. However you are quite mistaken dearest. I have no interest in forcing you to stay. As I hear it Requiem is quite homeless as it is so where you stay is not really my concern. From what Warsaw has said he is quite the quiet little disappointment. It is good he still has a fan."