Sighing and shaking his head to rid memories, he realized that the dark mare spoke. A chuckle escaped his sturdy chest as he gazed at her with friendly orbs. "My, I guess you must be exhausted", good naturedly, he pawed the ground. "I wouldn't blame you", he muttered under his breath. Poor Miss, she must have gone through a lot. "Ah yes. Not too far, but I reside in a place known as the Windtossed Foothills. It is my new home that has filled the hole my heart once had", vocals were steadily streaming, giving her a chance to absorb. Well, the hole almost filled up.
"I was wondering, if maybe you seek shelter?" Another question came to his velvet lips. Exhausted, and probably starving, Arrane offered his home for her to come back with him to.