She is blinking at him, but the pain in her face seems to ease and it makes him feel less anxious about her next sentiment. To swim to Salem was already a taxing experience - but he knew mares to be hotheaded about such things and was not prepared to give her any grief until grief was proven deserved. If she believed she’d make it, the least he could do is do his damndest to make her right. "I come with you." And of course there is no room left for argument.

Hardly one to turn that sort of courage away, he nods - lining his body up as easy as he can into her own side so that she might find comfort in the crossing. She calls him something, a language he does not know, and yet he nods at her purpose. "It will be difficult, but Sidika is worth swimming to. She is a talented healer and our home is welcoming of those who seek refuge."

When they enter the water, he is careful not to let her fall behind, to not pull ahead. He is no Atair to carry her weight and no Antares to offer it anyway - but he swims with her apace and grunts his encouragements over the water’s surface.

When they are at last ashore, he shakes himself, surging onto the beach and finally leaving her side in preference of not soaking her with water when she was waterlogged enough. "Welcome to Salem. We have a ways to go, but you should have time to dry before we see the Dunes. This is a no-man’s land path, stuck between the Desert and the Badlands. Soon you will see towering red sand dunes and we can call on Sidika to get a look at you."