Roisin was returned safely, but he did not know why. He has been awkwardly following her some days just to make sure she was truly okay. For some reason he didn't have the guts to boldly walk up to her and let her know how he felt. Let her know what he had offered in place of her, but I guess it didn't really matter. The Lagoon was not interested in him. Deep down he knew that was a good thing. He could not thrive in a place like the Lagoon nor would he parent be pleased at his choice. All that matters now was that she was returned safe and sound.

Today he debates on taking a nice long swim to see his family in the Cove. I mean he could man up and talk to Roi, but that seems too difficult. Maybe tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow sounds good! He would ask his mother for advice as she knew about these things considering all his siblings. Lorcan walks the path from the jungle out to the shore, but the voices he overhears stops him. Lorcan does not know Bjorn or Sigurdr, but he could tell Roisin knew them. The young stallion watches as she runs to the older stallion and buries herself into his mane.

He did not get the feeling he was needed here, but a part of him wanted to be absolutely sure. Having Roisin hurt again would not be ideal. He nickers as he approaches, head held high, and peircing eyes watching the unknown stallions. "Is everything alright Roisin?" He asks as he stops nears the group, but not too close. If she gave the all clear he would go peacefully, but if she needed him there he would stay.