She couldn't help the trill of joy that races through her body at the realization they could go home. And not to the Cove, but to the Inlet. To the place she dreamed of in her idle moments. Avidly she stared at Ironclad, desperate to see the truth of it in his face and when the seconds ticked by without a playful 'sike!' she gave a small shriek of joy and bounced in place.

"Really? Really, really?" Laughing in glee, the spritely filly dashed in a small nimble circle before sobering at Kvothe's commentary. She was talking about the baby again, wasn't she? The thought of a new sibling, one that would have a greater tie to Ironclad than she could ever hope to, made her anxious with fear. She knew it was an irrational fear to think that Ironclad would forget her once the new baby was here, and yet the thought came back to her frequently.

"Is it time?" She manages to interject, but the two of them are busy with their thoughts of the baby and the swim and everything that came with those dual complications. Lakota slinks forward shyly to press a wordless touch to Kvothe's stomach but does not otherwise interrupt. Lakota shrinks back, her ears flicking uncertainly. She isn't sure what her place in this has become, and yet she doesn't want to make it worse by asking Ironclad. The last thing Lakota wanted was for Ironclad to resent her for taking time away from his first real baby.

She turns as the paling mare turns to her, and offers a smile that flickers at the edges. "So my auntie then?" She asks with an inquisitive tilt of her head. "Are you Ironclad's big or little sister?" The mention of sisterhood has her gaze darting back to the protruding swell of Kvothe's belly and she sobers, her tone growing thoughtful, even as they all turned toward the ocean. "I'm gonna be a big sister soon."

Her father attempts to herd her into position, but she dashes away for a moment, circling back to Brunhild with a flicker of desperation and panic in her eyes. "Will you show me how to be a good big sister when we get home? Please?" As much as Lakota was afraid of the changes the baby would bring to their atypical little family, she wanted to be a good sibling to them. She had looked up to her older sister with devotion for those few days she had had a chance to get to know her, and wanted to be the same for Kvothe's foal.

Only then does she submit to Ironclad's urgings and file into her assigned spot between Kvothe and Ironclad.

As the sight of their home breaks the surface, the girl darts out of place in the water and swims as fast as she possibly can to reach the shore. "We're home!" She shouts eagerly to no one in particular before shaking herself free of the water and dashing up to where the sand gave way to seagrass so that she could bury herself in the familiar scents of home.