He snarls at her and she makes every effort to keep her face blank and emotionless. If he thought his petulant tantrum would shake her feelings, it didn't. Instead she simply snorted at him, annoyed. She had known the consequences of returning to the Lagoon. She knew that by doing so, she'd made herself a trinket again. But she also knew it meant that she didn't have to stay here all the time. "Oh, I'm sorry," she begins loudly. "I don't abandon my own as your once 'fearless' leader did." She cares little if she strikes a nerve. Maybe she wishes for death. "Don't worry, I won't wander outside of the mainland...but as for my son, he is mine. Where he is, I am." She turns away from Tyr, bored of their conversation and stalks to the borders of the Lagoon. Maybe she had come here to punish her behavior. Fortis clings to her side but she knew these days would soon be gone. And when they were, what then? Who would she have? She'd already lost Seri. Perhaps this was her own personal Hell. The grey mare steps over the invisible barriers of the Lagoon, her heart drawn to the Falls. She'd be back by nightfall, a prisoner as agreed.