There is no way Rowan can read Sohalia's mind. Peer into the swirl of emotions she can guess is going on inside her petite body. However she can relate, to the best of her abilities. She had been recruited by a vapid, intimidating man who ended up being a living dead creature and watched him try and fail to attack the leader of the Throat. It had been a hard entrance for her that she didn't like remembering, which is why she wanted to give Sohalia the moral support she surely needed. Both were similar in their quiet natures, used to the lonely life of an outcast. They would both have to ride out the bumps and hills sure and soon to come through life as a herd member. Even in this situation Sohalia had two things going for her that the blonde manes woman did not. Wings, and an experience of family. Rowan was barebacked and knew the company only of one other. Family was a foreign concept to her. 

She walks close to the mercury painted pegasus, trying to offer support in her physical presence. Talking is something that is still a struggle for Rowan, as she's used to observing things and recording them into her photographic memory. Never speaking. Never being seen. Yet he forces herself to, voice much too soft and light for her liking. Will she ever outgrow her shyness? But it earns we a friendly nudge to her shoulder, so she smiles and focuses on that one motion instead. Turning her head to brush her muzzle over Sohalia's fetlock. "That reassures me greatly. But now, should either of us be inclined, we can talk to each other." Having a friend, someone to turn to if she needed to, is such a strange feeling. But it's not a bad one. Rowan knows she simply has to get used to it at first. 

The ground beneath them is pure sand now and they approach the oasis. Cooler sand hits her hooves and she pauses here. Should she call one of the leaders now? Was it necessary right now? Better to play it safe, she decides. Tilting her head back and calling out in a soft, beckoning bugle for someone to come and help her welcome Sohalia to the Throat. Smiling encouragingly as she turns to face her friend. "Are you curious about anything?" It would probably help ease her anxiety to know about the herd, or so Rowan hoped.