The wait for the appearance of the stallion - sooty dun but otherwise somewhat mimicking of her coloration - was almost as unbearable as the months that have passed since her imprisonment. Her strength that drove her return threatened to melt like the spattering of snow that had yet escaped the warmer breath of spring. She had come here with determination flooding her veins, resolved in her need for closure, yet found herself once more contemplating living in the unknown versus the finality this meeting may bring. She hears his heavy hoofbeats before his brutish form comes into her line of sight, though that may be because she has squeezed her eyes as tightly closed as they allow. She demands herself to look at the creature she has summoned. As she finally casts her gaze upon him, the last of her gathered strength disintegrates within her chest. She gasps softly, though not from alarm, as her sorrowful eyes observe the man she once loathed for accepting a deal that seemed all too unfair. What other burdens shall he lay upon me now?

The surprise upon his face appears sincere even as she doubts he thought he would never lay eyes upon her again. Surely he knew she would come when Jaskier never resurfaced after that fateful day. Her own eyes fill with a mild confusion that she welcomes as it momentarily offers reprieve from the haunting pain she thought had lessened. His words elicit the slightest of annoyed glances from the blue-tinged woman. As if he has no clue. She gives voice to her annoyance with a disgruntled sigh even as the bothered tone seeps away upon the gentle breeze. She is too tired and too disheartened to bother with her usual sass. While she is not the scared bird of months ago, she is also not the fiery woman she has grown to become with time's passage. She may no longer appear skeletal and ungrounded, but she remains unmoored just the same.

Her eyes meet his in silent query before she parts her lips once more. "A pleasure it will not likely be." She pauses as she watches the stallion. She searches for the crack in his normally unbreakable demeanor. "There has not been breath nor word of Jaskier since the day I left this Lagoon. Have you seen him?" Her voice dances dangerously higher as she continues - like a ballerina on injured toes attempting once last paramount move. "Have you...hurt him?" The last sentence is a murmur within the wind, quiet and high-pitched as it glides away as quickly as she brought it life. The answer to this question is the one she has dreaded, In her mind it would be better if the ochre stallion had simply been squandering away the months within the Lagoon than other alternatives. She already knew the Harbor had been lost - his painted queen gone and he as well. Yet the utter lack of any sign of his life was unbearable. She blinks back her tears in quiet refusal of her emotions. She shall not openly weep in front of this stranger. She has come for answer - for any insight that may be afforded. She tosses her head and multicolored tendrils cascade across her neck as they fall back into place. She waits for his response with her heart in her throat and bated breath.