Tavas's excitement elevates her good mood. She flashes her herd mate with a large smile, showing a lot of her teeth. She did not know much of the herd, but Tavas was one she grew up with in the Inlet. They had not spoken much back then, but she was glad to have someone here with a connection to home. The draft mare Elvira was nice and she hopes to connect with her more, but Ysabel was most interested in getting to know Tigerlily. She felt a connection to the mare because of Nyimara's actions, but she had noticed something off between her and Bjorn so she had not yet approached the mare.

Her rally of accomplishment was short-lived as the form of Nyimara approaches. Ysabel collects herself, calming from her excitement, and stands tall. She does not want to look foolish in front of this silver-haired mare nor does she want to rub things in her face. Ysabel does not wish to sour their relationship further and she would rather get back to her old self than carry on this argument between them. Nyimara's compliant comes with a sour taste, but Ysabel pretends it is sweet. "You fight well yourself." She replies with a slight smirk. She spies Tavas standing uncomfortably between the two of them.

The chocolate mare begins to graze but after a few bites, she raises her head and doesn't take any time waiting in making a snide comment. Ysabel knows her pet names are not out of respect, but she pretends they are. There was no need for another fight especially in front of Tavas who already looked uncomfortable. She did not want to risk anyone getting killed from falling off this rocky hill. "The wounds are still fresh, but there is still time for forgiveness." She eyes Nyimara before lowering her muzzle to the grass by her hooves. She begins to graze near her enemy, an odd turn of events from what had just occurred between them that morning.