Exhaustion seeps on his frame like lichen growing on a darkened stone. No longer does he feel the burden of the mind, troubles eased by the wise and calming words of Evangeline. It had been nerve-wracking to leave the Edge, a sense of guilt nearly consuming him. He hadn't left the borders since his return as King from the Sanctuary. Unlike Kahlua he did not find much peace in adventuring anymore; even when his heart longed and yearned for it, his duties to his people kept him firmly inside the borders. He could not ignore their needs, and while he was loathe to call it as such in Kahlua's case, he did not know what else to think. Evangeline had little appreciation for his ruling partner, though he was thankful that she was kind and wise as ever in her judgment of the lass. So upon his reentry into the borders, a sense of relief and peace washed over him like the waves he could hear crashing against the sheer cliffs in the distance.

In quietude he passed through the first levels of the forest, idly dipping deep brown hooves into the streams happily bubbling from the earth. Sighing softly he struck out a foreleg, the splash resonating in his aurels as the droplets caught the sunlight and flared like falling stars, dying out similarly. Evangeline had helped soothe his fears in many ways, but so much more was left unanswered, the golden royal doubted he would ever be able to escape the constant fear of wrong decisions and pressing timelines. Much like Evangeline had expressed, it was a rough job, but one he would never wish to give up. It was a position he was suited for, one he enjoyed despite the grievances it liked to bring him. His people were his world, and that already meant he would cast his protection over them no matter what title he held.

Following the trail of water idly he traipses through the liquid, kicking languidly and entertaining himself until the next open hand was thrust towards him. Surely enough, among the pine scent a fresh one emanates, though this one is familiar to him. Was she going to be in need of something, too? As much as he enjoyed aiding his people, the only thing he wanted to do was fill his belly and fall into slumber. Though as his crown was raised to look towards the already distinguished Protector, he realized someone else had a similar goal in mind that day.

Nickering softly he advanced on tired legs, attempting to seem more energetic than he was as he crossed over the tendrils of water into the grass it nourished. Slowing as he approached he bent head in respectful greeting, smiling softly to see her familiar frame. "Hello, Cheveyo." Simple enough a greeting, but the familiarity is enough to bring a certain softness to his pale azure eyes, expressing more of his happiness to see her than the words alluded. "May I join your company?"