She was outraged from the moment he was taken from her. In all honesty Enya biding her time and being vigilant. She would fight tooth and hoof to have her golden dancer returned to her. From Island to island she was determined to find him should he break free of his own ability and yet every search caused her heart to grow more weary. As hours meshed into days Enya thought she was seeing things when her golden and striped dancer appeared on the horizon. Striking forwards she moved to sink her muzzle into his mane. Was this truly him or had her mind been playing a trick on her? She couldn't say for certain and yet it felt so real. "I'm sorry my love." She bayed to him softly, overwhelmingly happy to see her most loved once again.

Quickly she did a once over to see if he was injured and if so how badly. Her gaze cast to the colt a sharp glare before looking back to Jaskier. Enya cared little of their conversation, all she wanted was the warm embrace of the brindled man. "Let's go home, Jaskier." The golden woman whispered huskily and turned from the colt and golden stallion. Enya moved swiftly through the jungle pausing on long enough to ensure that Jaskier was at her side and she could safely get him from this horrible place and back to the home where he belonged. If nothing else she would fight trying, she refused to give up no matter the case. She was here to bring her beloved dancer home.