Nymph sees right through his attempt to reason away Kimber's failure to be honest, but at least Siberian had tried to help the other stallion feel better about the situation. Digging a forehoof into the ground in thought, he tries to come up with something else to say. He lifts his ebony head up, irregular white star stark against dark forehead, as inspiration strikes. Sort of. "A year is still better than never, isn't it? At least she told you eventually instead of letting you go through the rest of your life, never knowing at all? " The Budyonny is saved from further verbal scramblings when the very topic of their discussion appears. Knowing that his friend was in this chaotic state because of her, he barely manages to keep from frowning at her, or even aiming some choice words Kimber's way. It would not help the situation at all. Her casual tone doesn't fool him; he very much doubts that the blue mare had randomly come across them on patrol.
Had she been following them? Perhaps she was concerned about the blood bay after all, even if she wouldn't admit it, and the thought causes Siberian's inner irritation to soften. Oh yes, if anything did change, he would definitely let her know. Or, maybe he wouldn't.....again, this was her fault, after all. Thankfully, the necromancer seems to be pulling himself together, despite a brief period of apparent daydreaming. He asks if the bear-shifter has a mare himself, and Siberian shakes his head in denial. He *had* made the acquaintance of a filly in the Cove, but he guesses that doesn't really count. He supposes it could even be considered a friendship. But the entire thing was a confusing situation. Bear meets, attempts to eat girl. Girl helps tame bear, ends up using bear as a combination heating blanket and pillow. After a brief pause, he spills that entire story to Nymph, wondering what he will think of it.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna