Voyager had been trying to stay calm, but being as he was health wise, one could not blame him for being a bit more skeptical. Shaking out his neck to try and ease some stress from his blood, Voyager listened to Micah with a very attentive ear. He might be a large horse, but it was easy to tell that he had the easy going nature that flowed along with his heritage. Drafts in their own right were not hot and spicy like the warmer blooded equines. Voyager was thankful for that face as if you could put a hot head on a body large like his own, it could be a recipe for disaster.

Blinking chocolate eyes, the stallion let himself escape his full height and once more go back to how he had been when Micah first arrived. He was not in the best of health and did not wish to exert more of his strength trying to be like a snake and bluffing this other horse into thinking he was dangerous. Huffing out a cough, Voyager licked his lips for a moment as he mulled over the calmly spoken words from Micah. It sounded like a good deal in all honesty. A place he could heal up and hopefully have a home. He could not complain on either side and soon enough, he gave a faint nod towards Micah.

“I will happily follow if that's alright.” Voyager had listened, but he still wanted to make sure it was fine. He was large and could be seen as a danger if he did not tread carefully. “I would also like to heal and if things go well, maybe join you guys for a long time?” Voyager did not want to go find another home if this one worked out. He could pull his own weight, literally and metaphorically. The draft had stamina even if he preferred to just walk or trot instead of actually run with his lumbering gate. Looking at Micah with hopeful eyes, Voyager waited to see what the other stallion would say.