Windchaser looked at him, trying to keep her eyes hard and her body distant from him, she was pretty sure she could cope with anything he was going to say so long as she didn’t touch him, part of her was sure he wouldn’t touch her.

“I think old horse here found you, or maybe he just found Rose.” She said softly, she wanted to move away from Cabello but found her fingers tangled loosely in his mane. It was a comfort thing, and it had helped her to stay sane so far so she wasn’t about to give it up lightly.

“I’m listening, always will.” Windchaser muttered softly, watching him at his place on the cabin steps, listening to him, trying to find Alle under Ryder’s layers.