It has been some time since he has spoke to Illusion, but he does take notice of her. She finds herself preoccupied with her daughter, who tends to keep the mare flitting around the oasis, insuring of the fillies safety. He watches with dark eyes, an amused smile tugs his lips upward. Raptor is a handful but in his memory it is always the feisty ones that survive the unforgiving heat and searing sands of the desert.

He steps across the searing sands, leaving the shadows of the Fig tree behind, his dark eyes focus on Illusion. His strides are uneven, he still limps slightly. She warily eyes her daughter, who for at this moment, is calmly standing just at the edge of the herd. A nicker leaves his lips as he nears her, his head set high on his arched neck.

"I hope you are faring well here," he says as he slows to stand next to her. He settles down, and cocks a hind hoof to relax. His tail lazily flicks over his speckled sides, dark eyes settling on Raptor and amused look on his face. He turns his attention to Illusion once more, questions linger on his lips. How is she holding up since Shaydowfax has been taken? Was she angry with him? Blaming him as Kalona has?

"Do you feel safe here in the Dunes?" he asks finally as dark eyes settle on her. The voices of doubt whisper in his head. You are weak. Incapable of keeping the or your home safe. He sighs and shakes his head, trying to shake the snakes from his head.