She spies Cain and another of his mare's casual talking not too far away. She notes how cheerful they both seemed to be around each other and how Cain seems to care about her wellbeing. She thinks to how he recently showed her the place those two now stood and other places. She thinks of how concerned he seemed for her health, concerned in his own way. She wonders if maybe she was wrong about the painted stallion who took her by force. Maybe if she asked nicely he would let her go home, but she would have to wait for this baby to be born first. There was no swimming so heavy in foal.

Prim became curious to speak to the large mare that seems to hold Cain's affection. She wonders what kind of mare she was and what her personality was like. Meeting the rest of the herd might not be such a bad idea, you know, just in case she decided to stay here. Her head shook at the thought. How could she stay here? Cain was a stallion who raped her. He was the reason she was having her first foal having been heartbroken just moments before by her foal hood crush leaving the islands. This foal should have been Han's...

She didn't realize she was approaching the pair until they seemed to notice her. Primrose comes to a quick halt and just stares at the two horses with wide eyes. Like a deer caught in headlights, she watches them with nerves taking over her body.