He hears her, but for all of that, he cannot help but feel slighted in her low opinion of him after offering no offense himself that she had made him aware of. He wonder, though, if it was not precisely like his derision of those he had classified as ‘too high and mighty’. There had been godawful amounts of ignorance and idiocy among them - and isn’t that no different than Sakhmet was saying? That she judged all because of so long having it proven that she was worthless?

"I do not find it strange that only one has called to her in such a way as would claim her attention. My brother Antares’ wife Sayyida is much the same… And they are Soul Sewn. The soul once halved at the dawn of the world finally come to find it’s other half in another. Her heart may be yours and yours hers, but the heart is not the all of a person no more than any other part of the body, hm?" He poses it gently, of course, knowing her pain to be acute and the loneliness looming. The slight adjustment of her ear does not trick him into thinking her done with him yet, however.

"Cruelty has followed my every step, closer than any shadow. If your honor is so easily offended by my words, perhaps you have other things that should preoccupy you."

"It did not follow you here. Or else Eness is cruel - for my brothers found you with her and her alone when you came, ey?." He smiles, trying to make like of her insulting him again. "It is not so easily done as you imply - but you do have more misadventures against other’s honor than most, it’s true."

She speeds up, then, and he does not try to keep up. In fact, he slows, wondering if she were not projecting her desire for him to go in the insults she hurls his way like a handful of stones. He almost decides to cease following her, even, when suddenly she is upon him and his shrill whinny of surprise fills his own ears. His head flings back from what he assumed would be flying hooves, his haunches bunch, his eyes trimmed in white of surprise. His pivot away from her is spontaneous but graceful, as he lands from his lunge and trots a good few paces from her with a adrenaline-induced pant to his breathing. His ears are flattened in discomfort, the suddenness of her supposed attack leaving him unbalanced and insecure as he rights himself in his poise again.

He does not speak, only looks on her with a look of mistrust and confusion that’d bloom from any unprovoked attack on one known and noted for no battle talent other than flight.