They didn’t ask about the obvious mar to her pristine body, but seeing Virus’ concern was enough for the dove to understand that her friend cared about her. She didn’t know about her Sultan though, she had never met him before and wasn’t really in tune with his expressions - or his somewhat strange speech. She had never heard a dialect quite like it and it intrigued her. She wanted to ask about where he came from, what he had been through, how long he had been leader and a lot of other things. She had a bunch of questions for Virus too, but that could wait until they had a chat just the two of them.

As Midas spoke she smiled and nodded. She knew that most high ranked horses in the Throat didn’t care about titles, but where she came from titles were important and old habits die hard. For now she would keep calling those of higher rank ‘Milord’ and ‘Milady’, but maybe she would learn to put the titles aside in the future.

"I hope to keep calling it ‘home’ for as long as I live, Milord." Alina answered with emerald eyes glittering with sincerity.

Midas asked a question then and Alina turned to Virus, indicating that he should start. The dove herself slowly picked up her hooves; one at a time, and moved stiffly towards the water. Her muzzle wrinkled with pain and an almost inaudible grunt escaped her. She needed only to move a few steps to reach the edge of the oasis. She lowered her fine chiseled head towards the still surface and before she started drinking she paused and studied her reflection. Her wounds looked ugly, but the dove didn’t care much about her appearance the only thing she worried about was the cold that would come with Frostfall.

She took a sip of the cold, refreshing water and quickly turned her forequarters so that she was standing beside Virus - facing Midas.

In the middle of Tallsun Alina had reached adulthood in the sense of her body waking up. She was full of hormones and when Birdsong came she would have trouble controlling herself - that was for certain! However she had realized that stallions wasn’t as interesting as mares, even though she found them both curious on a deep, hind related level; it was mares who made her heart jump for the most part. So as she stood there near both the males she felt only a twinge of lust which was totally controllable and invisible.

ooc; It may be some very big gramar faults in there (I blame it on being swedish haha)