The exploration of his gaze upon her face reveals nothing more than he expects to find. Quickly she lashes back out at him, making her feelings of him well known. He couldn't argue with her. He had no foot to stand on, but she was wrong. Ever so slightly but still wrong. He had not impregnated EVERY mare in Beqanna, nor did he have those intentions. If anything, he had become content on settling down...
This time his gaze does not shy from her wrath. Instead, he focuses on the delicate lines of her face and strength of her tone. He did not have to protect her. She was capable of taking care of herself and he slightly admired this fact. His reply is no more than a simple apology for now, "I'm sorry my actions hurt you." He couldn't say he hadn't intended them to, but he was sorry nevertheless.
When she turns to tend to the girls, his hooves remain unmoved. Only his eyes follow to where they lead off to. Knowing it best to let things lie for now. They could continue this conversation later, so he simply stands guard in silence...
