She inhales his scent, her muzzle pressed lightly to his shoulder. She's there for a moment, and he feels his wounds fade away. Pain is no longer a concern to him, and he smiles. She pulls her head away to admire her handy work, bowing her head gently and smiling at his thank you. "Oh but Lakota, there is need to thank you." He feels that if he talks further about this subject his words will fall under the description of flattery, which he did not wish to happen. She denies that she holds a gift, and Locket gently shakes his head. "Sure it is him, but he chose you to hold such a power as this one, to channel it through the Earth." A wicked little smile crosses the rusty stud's kissers as his last sentence slips out. "And he chose the right mare for the job."

Their eyes clash, her violets against his emeralds. They wear a soft, delicate expression, her eyes glimmering in the light. There is something oddly feminine about her eyes, and the Warrior cannot put his finger on it. There was also a sense of embarrassment, likely from his prior compliment. She says he would've merely interrupted her patrols, and all she does is bustle about waiting for an injured horse to surface. The question she asks gives Locket a hard time. Yes, she did seem scary, only because Locket wasn't the greatest with mares. Some of them (the ugly ones mostly) were easy to talk to, while mares like Lakota gave Locket a twist of the tongue. "You don't seem scary at all." Immediate lie. He scolds himself, but did he really want to tell her he felt timid around such beautiful mares? Who knows what path that would lead him down. Her nervous giggle makes him smile and chuckle along, his voice deep against her delicate laugh.

He watches her gaze sweep over his chestnut body, her purple gems lining his frame. Her words make him chuckle again as he shakes his head gently. "No need to aid me in getting to sleep." Glancing over at her with a playful glint, he answers her words yet again. "Do you need my to force you down to get you to sleep?" He then finds himself speaking words not really meant for Lakota's ears. "I suppose they all just want to see your pretty face."

As he circles her, eyeing her tentatively, her voice catches in his lobes. She stutters, pausing as though to collect herself. Something had her tongue in a knot, and Locket had to think about who had tied it. It was him, checking her out that probably made her all flushed out and jittery. "Patrol?" She finally manages this singular word, somehow forming it into a question. Locket grins. She already knows your weak spot. Inhaling deeply, the stallion nods his head. "Might as well." He turns his head, eyes scanning over Lakota. The way she stuttered her last few words made his heart flutter. He smiles as he begins to walk, looking back at Lakota and waiting like any gentleman would (except they usually hold out their hands for the ladies to take, but Locket has no hands).

"talk talk talk"