She tenses, prepared for any number of things he may ask. Many of the things from her past were painful to talk about still, their very memory mired in the pain of what had happened those years ago. But she would try for him.

Siobhan pricks her ears in his direction as he changes course to come back to her; his touch relaxed her and she pressed her neck against his companionably as she debated the answer to his question. Her homeland was not so hard to think aboout, although she shied away from certain parts of the landscape like a frightened foal, lest those memories overwhelm her.

"It was unremarkable, compared to this," she teased lightly, having regained her confidence with the non-intrusive nature of his question. Her charcoal lips teased at the disarrayed strands of his mane lightly before she continued. "I grew up in a large valley with many herds. White capped mountains bordered us on all sides and the oceans were more nearly two weeks of steady travel away."

The sound of the colt's return has her turning toward the small foal as he returned, a content smile on her lips. Sigurdr's head tilts quizzically before asking why Sigurdr would hug her, and Siobhan begins to chuckle, amused at his precocity. When Bjorn stumbles over his answer though, the laughter crumbles in her throat and dries away. Was he ashamed of touching her?

Self concious, her ears tip back momentarily in doubt, though she doesn't let it show on her face long. Instead, she reaches out to mimic the way Bjorn ruffled the colt's mane earlier, a grin on her lips that doesn't reach her eyes. "Don't you like to be cuddled, little Prince? Or are you too grown up for that now?"

As she withdraws from the colt she steps aside neatly, not calling attention to the space she's inserted between herself and Bjorn. If proximity would cause problems for the stallion betwen the colt's absent mother and her claimor, she would add distance herself. In retrospect, she thought, it was probably a good reminder anyway. She hardly knew the grullo and had no reason to be getting this close to him this fast. Silly her for forgetting he was a herd stallion, and likely wrapped his neck around them just the same.

Siobhan flicks the strands of her tail over her white dotted haunches before hunting for a mew topic, for anything really, to take away the shift she felt. "What else should I see in your home, best friend?"