He doesn't react to her tale. He wasn't happy or sad or frustrated or even put out by her admission, and she was wholly uncertain of how to stomach that. As much as she both hated and loved Sigurdr - and she both hated and loved him a lot - he was still a big part of her past. One that could just as easily reappear as he had disappeared. One that might someday come back to try and take whatever new "home" Hymn managed to carve out for her and Promise.

She wasn't sure what to do with that thought either.

Perhaps it is a favor that Annubis pays her that he does not respond to her words, and opts instead to engage Promise. The girl is, if nothing else, the bridge that has bound them so far, and Hymn has already accepted that even if she and Annubis find no common ground or fondness for each other, at least it appears that he will be for Promise what her father should have been. Hymn's dusky lips brush over the girl's hindquarters as she lapses into silence to listen.

"Yeah?" The girl's bright voice perks up as he points out the tree, although it takes a blink or two of her sleepy eyes to focus on it. "Toucans?" Her eagerness grew at the mention of the funny-billed birds with their little suits. "Did you know my momma rescued a baby bird once?"

The filly's eyes were bright with admiration as she turned to look at her mom, a bright smile on her lips. "Before I was even borned, she put a baby bird in a nest to save it!" This little tidbit of a story finally cracked a slight smile on Hymn's lips although she felt embarrassed at the same time. She nodded in confirmation, but her gaze skimmed over Annubis without resting on him, not certain if she was brave enough to read his reaction.

Eager, the weanling ambled away from her mother's side with her ears pricked forward only to peer back at the silver buckskin with a playful nod of her head for him to join her.