In Einarr's concern for the mare, he had barely noticed her companion. Quickly, the sea-like creature jumped into his view and Einarr visibly snapped to higher attention. Brows knit together as he stared at the flipping, dancing companion. He had not seen any like it in his time here, and he wondered if he had merely overlooked them or if they were rare. Snorting, the warrior moved his muzzle to touch the creature's side, inhaling deeply with wide, curious nostrils. It smelled like the sea in which it should inhabit, but there was no water around it. "You should be under waves." He stated, tail giving a simple flick behind him. Red-brown eyes moved to focus on the mare, ears twitching atop his dark head.

The warrior shifted on his cloven hooves, thick shoulders turning as he took a step forward. The mare spoke, and Einarr struggled with focusing on her words. Her level of speech was much higher than his in this Helovian tongue, and she nearly lost him. All he focused on was that she was not hurt, in fact, and that she was seeking acceptance into their lands. The guardian knew that she was welcome here for the mere fact of her pegasus genetics, but the stallion was unsure of how she would cross the bridge. He did not have a key--for he could fly--but she could not fly. The woman extended her wings and Einarr recoiled, shock expressive on his normally stoic face.

Concern laced his features again and the titan moved forward without thinking of offending the mare. The stallion came close to Laedere, inspecting the old wound that left her without flight. As he prodded and sniffed at her he sorted, muscles tensing along his sides and in his chest. How could she live? She was grounded, unable to dominate the skies and maneuver with the beauty, grace and power of her ancestors. Einarr nearly shuddered at the thought, at the burden, of being restricted to on-hoof travel for the rest of his days. "Throat welcome pegasus." He spoke plainly, shaking his head some and looking to the mare.

"Dragon's Throat have member like you. Maren unable to fly, but she pegasus. Her wings small, stuck behind her ears instead of shoulders." An image of the tiger-painted mare formed in Einarr's mind. He only knew her from her most recent promotions, but still he knew that Laedere would thrive in the Throat because Maren could.