The foals were being cute with each other, but Ysabel keeps her attention away from them. No matter how much she wanted to laugh and play with the children, she knew Elvira needs her right now. Her blue eyes stay glued to the mare like they were stuck to her face. She watches Elvira's expression show hurt before her words finally sing a sad tale. Ysabel listens to her explanation of what was going through her head. She couldn't feel real happiness even though she just had a healthy daughter because of her mother's disappearance. Ysabel doesn't have the right words to say to comfort the mare, but maybe she could help bring a few things to light. If she could help make Elvira more comfortable here she would. If that even meant speaking to Osiris she would.

"Unfortunately we all have to protect ourselves sometimes. I have learned this recently myself, but maybe your mother couldn't figure out a way to save you both. She might not have been able to say anything to you because she was too sad or afraid. Maybe she thought you want to stay with your father. You are a grown mare and you are now responsible for your safety. Maybe this is what she thought. She might not be able to come back here for fear of running into your father." It was all a bunch of what-ifs and mystery. Ysabel didn't know this mother of Elvira's nor did she know their whole situation. There wasn't much she could say to help, but she was trying.

"If I can help I will. If you need me to talk to your father, find your mother, or even talk to Bjorn I will." She says with stern eyes. She has a sudden thought, but she prays it isn't true. "What is your relationship with Bjorn?" Her voice lowers to a whisper. "You weren't forced to have her were you?" It was bad for her to be thinking this way after gaining the Lead mare position. She was supposed to aid Bjorn in keeping the herd safe and happy, but she couldn't do that without all the facts. She had to know if Bjorn has done anything against this mare or if it was her father that forces her to be here. Little Elerona was a happy, energetic, filly. Isabel laughs at the dark filly again and trails behind her as Elerona moves towards Askold.

The red colt straightens himself up as his half-sister moves towards him. He eyes her curiously with a flick of the ball of fluff that made up his tail. The filly nudges him which causes him to take a sudden step back from her weight. A smile crosses his small auburn lips and his head reaches out to nip her playfully.