The patchwork stallion remains neutral as she moves to protect her newborn from him, idly wondering if it was something about him specifically that made her wary, or if her unease stemmed solely from his status as an unrelated stallion. Either way, he made no move to worsen her unease. He had no intention of harming her or the infant at her side, especially not if he was correct in his rather wild assumptions about her relation to Nyimara. Now that he had a moment to consider it, he realized he had certainly jumped to immediate conclusions. They were similar, to be certain, but so were a great number of unrelated horses on the isles.

Thankfully, she is either willing to entertain his delusion or indeed Nyimara's daughter and he slowly lets out the breath he'd unintentionally been holding with a dry chuckle. Nyimara glad, indeed. "I would if I could." He murmured while shifting to the side, making a clear path inland for the pair. There weren't many places here that would provide much in the way of respite from the heat, but the oasis was close enough and would provide fresh water to slake their thirst. "She is... indisposed at the moment."

Amusement and annoyance simmer in his voice in equal measure. "Regardless, I don't intend to leave you baking. We are family now, after all." Again something else glimmers in his eyes but he makes no move to encroach on her space, only waits patiently for her to move forward before leading her to the tepid waters of the oasis.

"Beyond a family reunion," he asks, his tone droll. Given that Sigurdr had certainly not come here intentionally to be reunited with his mother, Asmodeus was still feeling her out. "Why the Desert? Certainly someone as pretty as you is going to come looking for you again soon." Especially with the child now hovering at her side. How soon would he need to defend her against someone else?