Sacre smiled gladly at Rikyn, at least for now the possible bickering match had been postponed, though the fox-boy couldn't help but be a little curious about what Raeden had been up to to cause such a kerfuffle with the Basin's residents. He regretfully placed his nosiness aside, however, as one of the Edge mares who had accompanied him suggested that she and Akumi should go, citing their desire as Philosophers to see the glass mirror. The Doctor looked around, checking to see if anyone else would like to volunteer, before he turned back to them "no, you should go" he smiles at the white-faced mare, pushing the jar to her "please bring back the water we need in this" he nodded to Akumi, the mare he had found in the Threshold, and waited for them to follow Rikyn "thank you, Rikyn" he grinned as he left. He did find it a little odd that some were deferring to his judgement, he was only a Doctor, and a not very experienced one at that. The fox-boy quickly found himself wishing Alysanne was there to do the talking for him.

Although Sacre pined to see a little of his childhood home again, he was content to remain behind with their mismatched company, lest his love for this northern realm claim his heart again only to break it when he had to go back home. Perhaps he wouldn't have gone back... Such was the claim these mountains had on him.

Instead he lingered on the border, not daring to go any further, and turned his attention to Weaver with an apologetic smile "your realm appears to have attracted many from the Worlds Edge, each with a different reason for coming, I'm sorry if this seems a little... aggressive?" he wondered if that was the right word, as he let his irritation from earlier slowly ebb away, feeling sure he too would feel rather uneasy with this many Basiners on the Edge border. There was nothing to do about it now, however, as he settled in to wait for the water to be retrieved. 

Turning to one side, he watched as a golden horned mare, strapped to a glass cart to carry her precious cargo, asked for Tiamat, as the foal left her transport and pressed into her mothers side. Sacre peered down at the young filly with a gentle grin lining his face "you've travelled far little one" he marvelled with great exaggeration leading into a playful wink, as always he did when he talked to the younger citizens of Helovia. Then he turned back to Weaver and Toulouse, eying them both expectantly "well then, tell us a tale about the Aurora Basin" he shrugged, not wanting it descend into an argument again and also thinking about the young ears that travelled with them.