Siobhan can feel the trace of Bjorn's gaze across her skin, but she tempers the instant flush it brings to her cheeks with the knowledge that it is only a look. He has looked upon all of them this day, and it is to the chocolate mare that he gives the most attention.

Her emotions are shuttered further at the subtle reprimand that lurks in his voice. Siobhan had not helped the situation, and she was aware of this, but she also did not expect to be rebuked in such a fashion, considering the way that Elvira had burst onto the scene. The red mare neutralizes her expression, pulling away from the new buckskin mare that had entirely ignored her and retreating further into herself to weather the rest of this unpleasant exchange.

To add further to the shit show of drama that was playing out before them, Elvira continues mouthing off despite whatever Bjorn had said to her when she'd arrived and Sio finds her ears tilting further back in frustration. She agrees with some of what the mare is saying - not the admission of fault, of course, but that if Ny was so much more of a fit queen that she would have been here - but she remains silent. Sio watches as Elvira baits the new queen, despite the fact that the mare had just returned from the battle grounds, clearly showing that she was not afraid to resort to fighting to solve her problems. The dark mare hadn't even bothered to move her worried daughter, trying so hard to calm her mother down, out of harm's way and Siobhan finds herself feeling exquisitely alone despite the large grouping of equines.

An outsider in a land torn by war. Cullen had made it far worse, and Nyimara's queenship did not hel. Nor did each mare's stubborn belief that they were the reason for it, but ultimately it could all be boiled back to this war that Siobhan knew little about.

What she did know, was that what they needed was exactly what Bjorn had prescribed - a sense of community. Togetherness. Not this in-fghting that would ultimately lead to their demise. The herd of the Ridge would crumble unless they could find some sort of commonality to bring them together. The foals should have been that.

Somehow, instead, they were bickering over faults and queenship and who was more fit. All of that could wait. They had all chosen Bjorn as their leader in their own way. Whether they had done so immediately upon meeting him or whether he had earned their respect over time didn't matter. The longer term residents all swelled with his children in the long run, and as far as Siobhan was concerned, that was where they should be putting their faith.

At Ny's commentary about making the Lagoon pay, Siobhan's face hardens once more. She is not a creature that burns for revenge; the thought of causing bloodshed for something more than protection of one's own or one's self makes her nauseous.

"Queen or not, it is Bjorn that should lead us. From what I have heard, everyone making their own decisions about where they should be and when is what led to at least some of this mess." Siobhan turns her gaze from Ny to Bjorn briefly after this, before returning her gaze back to the queen of these lands. Her voice hardens with hatred as she speaks of the Lagoon, but she will not waver "It is time to retrieve the children. They are the most important here, not revenge against the Lagoon. And if I've understood anything lately, it's that we all need one another, regardless of whether we like each other."

She looks to Bjorn then, knowing from the if in his voice that he still harbored some sort of doubt. She did too. She doubted their ability to swim to this mysterious Lagoon so late in the season. She doubted their ability to retrieve the children without harm to themselves. She doubted that the children had not already suffered at the hands of their captors.

But he should not doubt.

So it is to him that her eyes go, resolve hardening in their amber depths. "We will get the children back."