In truth, Siobhan hadn't really expected the copper colored mare to elaborate on the Peak's structure. The women's refuge had always been a bit of a mystery to her, largely because she'd never had the chance to truly know any of the women that called it home. The closest she'd ever gotten was Lagertha, and her time with Björn's sister had been abysmally short. Things had fallen apart shortly after the stout mare's arrival in the herd, and she had not seen the flaxen-maned mare since.

The red mare's gaze lifted back to Anath as she began to painstakingly explain the Peak's hierarchy. Unsurprisingly, the women seemed to have an organized system that allowed for voices to be heard and for their leaders to be chosen by the subjects over which they ruled. She had a fleeting image of a herd run similarly, but allowed it to drift away. The thought of Faolain or Björn or Solomon ever willingly handing over control of their homelands to a leader that the herd had elected was laughable. It was not that any of them were poor leaders, but they were leaders for a reason, and she doubted that any of them would have done well as herd members for long periods of time.

Anath's estimation of the General's position being relatively non-dangerous helped to soothe the red mare and she released a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure if she fully believed Anath yet, but at this rate, any assurance - even if it wasn't entirely true helped to soothe her worry. After losing her first daughter at less than a year old, Siobhan had clung tightly (perhaps too tightly, at times) to her second daughter. She knew that Róisín would have to grow and learn and make her own mistakes, but that did not lessen Siobhan's desire to protect her. The hardest thing Siobhan had had to learn about being a mother was that sometimes she had to leave things up to fate and let go of the reins.

"I'm glad to hear the Peak is doing well… and I appreciate the invitation." Siobhan had never possessed a desire to travel the world, and what little curiosity she'd possessed about the Crossing and other islands had all but been destroyed by the threat that Nyimara and Cullen posed. She could not relax being away from her family, and there seemed to be very little joy in going somewhere just to be worried with new scenery. Plus, if she were taken from the Crossing, there would be no one to tell Ailill or Bjorn or Faolain of what had happened. It was not a risk she felt comfortable taking, although the longer that peace stretched on, she knew it would be harder to resist.

"Someday I may have to take you up on it." Siobhan lets the moment draw to a close, and then finds herself unsure of what to ask next. It was kind of Anath to be so thorough in her explanation, but pushing for more information felt intrusive and it wasn't as though she had asked any questions of Siobhan either. Now that the red mare had assured herself that the intruder meant no harm and was not allied to Nyimara or Cullen, it felt rude to continue eating up her time. Drawing herself together, Siobhan favored the mare with a soft smile before beginning to take her leave.

"I appreciate the explanation, but I find myself at a point where I must ask you yet another favor." Her smile grew both more genuine and more strained. "Would you mind conveying my love to my daughter when you return? I won't take up any more of your time now, but I would greatly appreciate it." With a final pause to wait for her answer, Siobhan gathers herself to leave.