She doesn’t want to go. The idea of setting foot in the Lagoon is terrifying beyond belief. Bad enough to leave the Peak, to leave the safety of her sisters. But to venture into the heart of enemy territory, into the land of the violent bachelors themselves?

Well, Hollis doesn’t think she’s stopped shaking since Marceline asked her. And at first, she’d said no. No to helping bring back a captive - no to venturing out, making herself another number among the fighters. She isn’t any use in a battle, but Marceline promised she wouldn’t have to fight– just to help herd him north again. And when Marceline told her what this stallion, Lucifer, had done? Well, Hollis decided she could overcome her fears. Apparently he’d been wreaking havoc to the point of catching her eye.

Better to keep him corralled in the Peak; if a stallion like this, so unconscionably dangerous could rise to power in the Lagoon what would it mean for the rest of the islands? Her fear cannot overcome her duty, and her desire to make sure other mares (mares like her) are safe.

So she follows Marceline south in pursuit of the captive. Hollis is shaking, every fine-lined bone of her body held tense in a desperate and unsuccessful attempt to not show her fear. But they can probably smell it on her. And when she and Marceline reach the Lagoon, it is a scene that echoes her own desperate flight to the Peak from Ironclad. There, her sisters had prevailed. She is certain they will do so once again.

She stops next to Marceline, pressing her shoulder to the other mares to steal a moment of strength. She doesn’t speak, though - her voice would be nothing but a mess of nervous warbling, and nothing she has to say is nearly as clever as what her sisters could offer. But she can offer her presence, and whatever meager strength comes from being here.