Her answer to his question was short, three simple words. They had a weight to them, noticeable even with her warm voice, and the concern that darkened his silver eyes in response was involuntary and genuine. Mesec wanted to ask, to encourage her to speak more if she had any desire to - if she’d trust the near-stranger that was a foal she once knew. Maybe he would be a better friend now that they were older than he had when they were young. At least things were getting better - he hoped they would continue that way. There was little time for him to respond, even if he had wanted to ask further, because they were interrupted.

Mesec turned towards the movement and the voice - a smile forming when he recognized the dark mare and her deer-like companion. It was used to going on his patrols alone, never quite managing to meet up with his partners - except once, with Gaucho - and Mesec offered his own warm smile to Morrigan, as Amaris spoke - agreeing with her. It surprised him to learn that Amaris had lived in the Throat as well and he wondered if their stay there had overlapped at all - wondered if an earlier reunion might have been possible if only he had been so fortunate. He’d have to remember to ask her about it when he got the chance.

Just another thing about Amaris that he was curious about, the list was growing longer with each moment that passed.

The golden mare graciously welcomed Morrigan to stay and he was quick to agree. “I’d consider myself lucky to have both of you as company today. Please stay.” He looked to both of the mares, hoping to answer both of their questions on whether they would be welcome. He did feel lucky too - he went from being certain that he would wander these woods on his own, with only the chattering of Lucius to keep him company when the zephyr was so inclined, to having the company of two friends. Or two mares that he hoped to consider friends and perhaps travelling through the warm Orangemoon forest would help with that goal.

Looking to Amaris, he made the rest of the introductions. “This is Morrigan and Pongo.” He nodded with a smile to the webbed mare and her small companion as he spoke each of their names before focusing once more on the black mare. “How have you been, Morrigan? Enjoying the warmer weather in the Throat?” The last time they had spoken, the pair of them hadn’t been too happy about the chill that Frostfall had brought - the southern herdland not nearly as free from the chill as he had expected before he had moved there.