She sees the pain she causes. It is hard to miss, but also hard not to ask. Some would turn grief into violence and it was better to see his response to it sooner rather than later. A shame his pain made her trust him more, but she does not regret her choice any more than he could avoid regretting that which drooped his appearance so badly she finds she misjudged his size by at least a duo of hoof-spans. What a wretched state, what a fitting reason.
His interest does not have her on edge anymore, his response to her mother-wearied comment about her son making her like him better for the glimpse of positivity, for once. Normally she did not find herself very fond of stallions or their usual banter. Perhaps she had simply been too spoiled by a terribly quiet ‘mate’, only ever having spoken for things of great importance so that frivolous talk from other males made them seem ‘less’.
He is not unintelligent, not seemingly overwhelmed with his own importance, and she finds that she does not feel like rounding her son up after all. Instead she approaches him, letting her son return to his senseless galloping over the entire expanse of clearing. "I believe you had tried to be polite and I was in too much a state retrieving my son to realize it. It is rather surprisingly pleasant to meet you, Cain. It is unusual for a stallion to sound so aware of his world, nor so eager to speak of his laments to a vagabond mare." Her face offers sympathy, but nothing so pathetic for him as pity. "To lose so much, it is a testament to your strength that you have not fell on your boy for your own peace of mind." She cannot know that he had considered it, though if he had told her, she would have only attested that his choice not to was proof of her own thoughts regarding him anyway.
"I am perhaps not the most appealing, I know enough of stallions to understand the distaste of colts that do not claim them as fathers, but I am a mother." She does not elaborate on the offer inferred by her tone or implied in her expression. Not at first, not until she has looked one time over her shoulder to keep an eye out for Vulcan. She looks back. "But then, I will not be parted of my son simply to save yours… nor would I allow risk to turn to harm simply in a heat of frustration when he grows and forgets who fathered him after his sire was committed to the earth as your loved ones were… and I would be a sore fool to not insist that you allow me a mother’s rights to chastise him if he were to kick up a fuss as I would any child of my own."
She laughs a little, seeming to notice the presumption inherent in all the rules she had been assigning to the contract he had potentially not even desired of her. "I say this all preemptively, of course, because it carries me off-- thinking of any child kept from life over something so devastating as the loss of a mother." She shakes her head, looking dismayed by his own state as well as thinking of his sons. "But if it is not a mother you seek, only a little glimpse at a playful child, I can give you a few hours of that sort of relief as well. We have fared well enough so far, after all, and he has plenty of bounding afield left in him today."