She has not been accommodating to the brokenhearted Ironclad because she did not believe in the idea of undetermined and wild nothingness on the loom of fate. She believed that one could sense the oncoming future if they tried, if they had guidance - and she had had hers already. The Man of Fire was to be her Master, was to bring her into her powers, was to give her the burning purpose that her stolen demesne and lost people had kept with them when she was made to flee.

"Is that all you think I want from you? Your body?" She signs, smiling softly and apologetically, "No, but looking is to be the only use I might be to you. My heart and future is sworn to another, so even my body is to be withheld from you," she says with a tone that spoke to some small bit of regret. She did love to help others, preferred to offer bounty rather than famine, but she could not bear to lie and give him empty hope.

She accepts his touch, though, when he approaches her and presses his brow into her shoulder. His tear is missed in her determination to give him privacy in case difficulties had left him low. "I want more than that from you and from everyone in my herd. I want your hearts involved in this land just as mine is and my father’s was. I watched him die here and I vow to keep the Inlet and take care of this land to prosper to life." His words are sweet, yearning and starved of meaningful successes making him bold and hungry to offer promises most stallions found themselves making for one reason or another. His rattling breath elicits a sigh and a more gentled expression for the sake of his pain.

"You are beautiful Chalice and I want you here. I want to grow a relationship with you, but what are you saying? Are you saying you will die here? Your coat will lose its beautiful sheen and your heart will grow dim? What are you trying to tell me?" She listens to him and wonders how he had not already succumb to his melancholy. Such an emotional man to lead such a demanding life, she thinks. It might break him if he were not careful. "I wish nothing more than for you to have the relationship you desire-- and I do not think I shall die for so simple a thing as dwindled potential..."

She does let her voice droop, letting the feelings of her anxiousness flow. "But even if I keep myself lovely for you to look upon, I do not know that I should ever blossom as you yearn to see me do." She presses her muzzle into his neck, finding it a familiar scent and even a little comforting in that familiarity. "I am trying to tell you that I belong to another man, another land, and my friendship is all I might offer you. I believed the last words of my Oracle when she proclaimed that I would be brought into my own by a Man of Fire who would claim all that I was and his land would become the new seat of my power in life. I will fulfill her words, even if it means breaking the heart of one I hope to keep in my heart as a friend"

She pushes her muzzle against him to better look in one of his eyes, "Be my friend, allow me my freedom, let me instead flourish in the future that was promised to me and focus your love and affections on those who will thrive in this wild, wild place you so dearly devote yourself to."