No, Roisin thought desperately as she relied purely on muscle memory and her training, her emotions far too tangled to assist her in the fight. You can't have her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched the would-be raider stumble at her attack. Normally such a direct blow would have sparked a feeling of pride or victory, but only cold dread filled her and a sense of panic that seemed out of proportion to the scene at hand.

It was one bachelor. Quickly found and even more quickly dealt with, and yet the drumbeat running through her mind had found words: You can't have her, I just found her.

It didn't take long for the Lagoonie to realize he was out skilled and outmatched, and Roisin pulled up as he suddenly began to make for the ocean. He called out a parting threat that coaxed a glare from the dun mare, but she didn't dignify it with a response as Zevulun pursued him.

She wanted to spit some admonishment or rejoinder, but her attention had already switched back to the frosted mare as she pivoted to face her. Her gaze swept quickly over her, searching for any sign of a wound or injury, and then fixated on her face. A number of emotions swam across Roisin's expression - ranging from worry to excitement, to fear, and then finally settling on embarrassment. Heat touched her furred cheeks and she sucked in an awkward breath with a twitch of her dark tail.

"Hello... again." She swallowed, one ear still locked on the direction the Lagoonie had gone. "Are you alright?"