Truth be told, Ailill was not paying attention to the subtleties of the world around him. This place was technically new to him, and he was eager to learn what the land had to offer instead of what could already be walking on it. Almost desperately his pale eyes looked for the faces that had dotted the cliffs of Paradise. He was oblivious to the sounds of another equine on his trail, focused more on the different vegetation and animal life that inhabited it. As he looked around him occasionally his mind jumped back to his old home, or to things he had seen on his travels, relating the new with the old. Growing more at ease, his mind started to shift out of the past and come back to the present.

He pulls up short with a small snort of surprise when the golden figure steps from the trees and brush. Ailill glanced behind him, wondering vaguely where the other paths had been that would have led her to cut him off. Clearly, he needed to pay more attention, or at least get to know the secrets and shortcuts of the Ridge. He sighed to himself, this was going to be more difficult than he originally thought. Shoving the regrets aside, he focused on the palomino mare and drank her in with a smile that met his eyes. Her slip of the tongue did not go completely unnoticed, but it was her name he committed to memory. He opened his mouth to respond, but closed it immediately as she continued to speak.

The smile faltered and he moved his head forward ever so slightly, concern clearly written in his features as he looked over her injuries while she spoke. When she finished, he grinned at her again. Lady Ysabel, it is a pleasure to be greeted by someone who is clearly loyal to this lovely land. I am not concerned about Bjorn. My name is Ailill. I had asked Bjorn if I could visit The Ridge and he agreed. I would not betray his trust. Hopefully assuring her of his harmlessness, he moved towards her, nose outstretched towards her wounds. These look very painful is there anything I can do? He moved closer and shifted, offering his body. You can lean on me, take more weight off and rest your leg. Though proud, he held his head low, especially after she had approached with a resolution that she belonged here, and he technically did not. Even so, the stallion was calm and relaxed. He knew he would have meant her no harm, and the pain on her pale face tugged at him, the least he could do was give her a few moments of respite.