As the darkness lifted, giving away to the light of day, her body shifted uneasy. It had been so long that she has lingered in the shadows that being so exposed frightened her. He had maneuvered away from her to give her space but now she felt even more vulnerable. Her mind was a shit show. Come, go... Too close, too far... Ugh! What do you want Impulse!
She screamed at herself internally. A shake of her head to try to bring some sense to her thoughts. As he answers she brings herself a step closer. Inked muzzle reaches for him again, unknown if her advance would still be well received. He was new here, she figured as much. She hadn't seen him before and she thinks she may have remembered a stallion with scars stretching across his body. Then again she has told herself to forget everyone and everything she's ever known. He inquires on her relation to the lands and all she can do is offer a vague explanation, "Yes and no. I am from the old world, old Beqanna. But... I've forgotten much."
Her eyes find his before looking to the lands around them. Where was she now? And more importantly, where was she to go...? She places her muzzle at his shoulder and with a step forward presses her forehead into it...
~Impulse~
I am my own worse enemy