Even in parrot shape she hadn't looked over him, and the bird quickly changes into a horse shape when she nears. "Hi Carwyn." he grins sheepishly. "I hope you're well. Eva gave me an island to look after, just north of this one." he explains; then, he reaches out to her to touch her. "How are your children?" All of them really - she has quite a few, he knows, most of them by her husband or whats-he-called. He is, of course, mostly interested in how the twins caught up with the move - how they mix with the others, if they're well. But he doesn't want to ask too much of her; he is even unsure of what she told them.
To him, it doesn't really matter - a child is a child and a child will be loved. Just like he loves Carwyn and Eva both, though in a different way for each of them. He also cares for each and every other mare he's known, every child... well, that he knows of. He smiles at Carwyn. She shouldn't need to worry about all of that. She's doing well again, that he can see. Even if it's sort of back where she started.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Carwyn]