Rowena hasn't forgotten Midas either. It was so long ago, and their relationship only fleeting, but he was one of many golden boys that Rowena felt her pulse quicken for. Isn't it funny how things work out? Young Rowena chased the tails of every beautiful, gilded Fabio, but in the end it was a dark and brooding Dances that captured her heart. Truth be told, it could never have worked between Rowena and any of her girl-hood fantasies. For a relationship to last she needed someone who understood her, who had been to her level. Dances and Rowena are the unlikely match, two lost souls who found each other in hell.

Rowena isn't sure what figure Macabe has been to her, be it an older sister, or a mother, or a dear friend. Perhaps she has been a bit of all three, but one thing is for sure. Macabre has played more of a role in shaping the strong mare Rowna is today than anyone else, more so than her own parents, or even Dances with Wolves. Someday, after Macabre is long gone, her legacy will live on in more than just Wasp, but in Rowena too, and in all of Rowena's children.

Relief washes over Rowena after a tense moment. She should know better than to think Macabe would end up on the opposing side of a war like this. Macabre's values align so closely to her own. "Oh good. I'm glad to have you on our side." She speaks with pride but the same kind of worry plagues her thoughts. Rowena's gut twists with unease. She's glad to have so many good friends and family fighting with her, but she can't bear to think of any of them getting hurt in all of this. She prays to whatever Gods will listen that Macabre, and Dances, and even Elvira stay safe on this night.

"I-I'll be okay", Rowena stammers. Suddenly she is full of shame. She should have raised Elvira better, gotten away from Osiris sooner. She has no one but herself to blame for how poorly Elvira has handled being on her own.

A lot is left unsaid as Rowena looks urgently into Macabre's familiar eyes. "Please, be careful." She pleads with Macabre. She is already worried about Dances. Where is he? Worry for Macabre only adds to her mounting anxiety. Rowena glances nervously around, but she doesn't see any shadow of her lover in the dark wood around them.