It was a trying time, all the mares in a rough wrestle for a power that seemed so moot in Berit’s mind. What ones of them other than Harlequin had even spent their time as mothers to Cain’s children? One. One besides the beautiful and dearly missed Vihaan who had left them for greener pastures. Harlequin. It bemused her that any mare would think themselves greater than the Guardian - as equal to the task - but then she had always thought Harlequin would step aside as Guardian to become Lead Mare since Akello had properly come of age. Shouldn’t he have that coveted position beside his father? Begin collecting mares of his own to mingle with Cain’s until he had grown enough to strike out or challenge Cain himself for the lead position?

She thinks this as he comes into view, Vulcan having taken Enoch for the evening and night - if only to keep Vulcan from smelling any more like that Peak of the Crossing. Her ears flick a bit uncertainly when she sees his expression, but it does not deter her. If he granted her anything it was the sense of being more valuable than to be lashed out at for interrupting deep thought.

"You look more troubled than I thought you’d be. Has the fight for power between the other women given you poor sleep?" It is clearly a joke, her tone not bothering to mask her humor. Vihaan, then Chimeras, then Melisma, and now potentially Harlequin… What is a man to do when he empowers too many women at once?." She leans into him, brushing her muzzle sweetly into the swell of one foreshoulder. "You do not have to be alone. I may not be worthy to fight for them beside you, but I will not give any of them credit over your heart if I can help it." It is a meager flirtation, but she has the autumn giddiness on her and she rather liked him when he knew he could have his way if he wanted.

Something about a man with power in his head simply made the world feel right for her.

"You can talk to me, I would listen to anything."