Bidziil stood there, his golden eyes hard as they stayed upon the mare. His muscled frame flexed, ready for whatever would come out of her mouth next. She did not really disappoint, but in a way she honestly had. Turning to look over his shoulder, the bay tobiano watched as his father curled even more in on himself. He was supposed to be brave for his name's sake, but Bidziil could see the way his mind had been warped. It came from love, pain, loss, and so much more. He might not be up to date with everything in the red duns life, but he was not stupid. That was why he did not move as the mare headed past him and over to his sire.

Lifting his head up when Pan spoke, Nahawi looked at her with his good eye. His head tilted faintly, but no words left his mouth for the longest time. He had failed her and the others, but they would be better off without him. He had lost so much more than he had ever gained and it showed upon his body in the vast amount of scars and the shadows that filled the depths of his eyes. It was no easy thing to be what he was, but he had tried until ultimately he failed. He ruined his relationship with Aase. He ran Shiloh away. Now he was staring at Pan in the lagoon. He did not even wanna know what Snapdragon felt, but all the ones he cared for… they were gone and most importantly, he knew that if he ever saw Rehoboam again, he would see disappointment in the older stallion’s eyes.

Licking his lips, Nahawi let out a faint sound of sadness. His ears tucked tight to his head as he looked down at his hooves, unsure of what to do next. His body was soon enough touched, his son there as the bay gave him some strength. “The peak.” Nahawi whispered then, his head lifting as he looked at the mare with a solid enough foundation to not crumble with Bidziil there. “The peak is where you need to go Pan. I don't know anywhere else right now that is safe.” It would take a lot to watch her run, but he slowly reached forward to place his lips on her shoulder if she would let him. “Go to Khar’pern. Tell her what you know so far here and where I am.” It was a lot to ask, but he could not help himself. Khar’pern was the strongest mare Nahawi had been in contact with last and it made his skin crawl knowing that. “She will help you as best as she can. Please tell her that I will uphold what I told her.” That is where he left it, his eyes steady as he looked at Pan with his eyes pleading. He might be a trinket, but Garmr hadn't killed him yet so he could still uphold his bargain.