She sighs, her expression shifting, and he senses displeasure towards what he had said. He does not truly see the bond between dragon and horse to be one of parent and child - he is observant enough to know it is so much more than that. Yet his point still stands. Nymeria is the elder, and her black beast is a newborn babe, unmoulded and untaught in the ways of the world. He needs educating, sculpting, teaching, and it is up to the girl to do that. "And it's your duty as his companion and friend to teach him what's right and what's wrong," he says firmly. He hates speaking back to her, his entire body shifting and tensing with disgust at his own backtalk, yet his tongue gets away from him. He and his sister are not meant to argue, because they are one, and part of him wants to simply nod numbly and agree with her. But that isn't in his nature. Insolent, argumentative - he will not back down when he thinks he's right, even if he has to steel his heart to do it against his sister.

O, the irony - the black hatchling is tearing them apart already.

But no, Volterra will not let it be so. He will not allow his own jealousy and greed to overwhelm the most important bond of all; that he shares with his sister. She seems to share a similar thought, and he leans gratefully into her embrace with a sigh that deflates his swollen sides and loosens the tension in his muscles. "I love you, Nym," he whispers, bloodied muzzle shifting to try and instead caress against her neck, hardened gums flashing from behind black lips as he goes to groom her, a sure gesture of his adoration of her. "I will leave you to get acquainted with him. Congratulations, sister." And, despite everything, he means that. He loves her more than anything, and even his own desire for a dragon will not get the better of his happiness for her. She has got what she wants, and that is all that matters. He will intrude on their glee with his dark cloud of misery no longer.

With a final smile to her, and a lingering look to the dragon, the colt turns his hefty young frame and heads away, intending to find a water source and bathe his nose so it does not become infected. His mind is busy, but he keeps his posture neutral as he leaves so as not to give his precious sister any indication of the turmoil that burns inside.