As he suspects, the answer disappoints her. His blue eyes take in the last glimpse of her smile as it melts from the mare's reddened lips. Caesarion, at times, was perhaps too similar to his sire. The hint of trouble, especially with a pretty face to go along with it, coaxed the chestnut too easily had him practically throwing open the proverbial gates to the kingdom in order to help her. "Of course you can." This he says with a courteous nod of the head-- ever the gentleman.
The Arabesque stallion gestures with a sweep of his dished profile deeper into the territory. "If you like, I can take you straight to an oasis where you might drink and shelter for the evening?" It is an open and frank offer for aid, no strings attached. One day, perhaps, his unguarded goodwill would get him into trouble, but Caesarion saw no reason to deny this maiden comfort and safety for the night.
Caesarion
the chestnut splash son of Helios & Belladonna