Enna wasn't his. Caleb had lost the privilege of pursuing her after what he had said and done after learning of his lifeless daughter, Quinn. Caleb cannot repair everything, this relationship being one of those things. They had been amazing together. She had been his princess and he had been her prince, but she had found a king and become a queen in her own right.

Caleb could not fall in love with anyone and Enna could love everyone, forcing the brute and the femme into uncomfortable situations. He didn't want her to wait around for him, not when she had bigger things ahead of her. Perhaps she would have waited an eternity for him, coaxed him out of the darkness with light and hope. He would've waited an eternity for her. But now, they were akin to strangers.

Caleb approaches slowly, head-on. "Enna," is all he can offer her at this time. Her name is said with desolation. He had lost the right to know her. Had he lost the right to greet her with it?

He had seen little of Enna. He had seen little of anyone. Losing Quinn scarred something deep within him, shattered him further than he already was. Losing his child had made him feel in many ways he had tried to suppress during most of his time alive. Quinn had ignited something within him and he wasn't sure he could put it out. He felt an immense guilt over the loss of his child. Had he helped Enna, perhaps the child would be alive and by her side at this moment.

He was sure Enna felt upset about it, but he wasn't sure it was parallel to what he felt.

The intensity of his emotions were frightening. He kept all his feelings about it tied down, hidden within. He had spoken to no one about his daughter despite the fact that he desperately wanted to. He wanted to yell what he felt to the next horse he saw, but he never did, never would. No one would make the seal on his emotions of this particular situation rupture. He would never speak of this. It wasn't out of embarrassment that he kept everything veiled. Caleb was not sure who to talk with, wasn't sure what he would say, wasn't sure what was okay to say.

Henrietta joined him, but standed slightly behind and off to the side of him. She knew how he felt. "No scared. Caleb talk?" Even with her broken speech, the stag knew what she meant. She continued to filter broken sentences through their connection, some were encouraging, some were inquiries, some were random. Caleb was not even okay with his own thoughts, adding Henrietta's onto them overwhelmed him. 

"I could've very easily loved you, Enna," he offered the mare as he halted only a ways away. "But I was scared to love you." He blinked slowly, eyes caste away, as if each word was physically painful. "I didn't want to hurt you, and by trying so desperately not to... I did." He had tried and tried to avoid any pain and suffering, tried to remain detached. Caleb had only gotten more and more involved, and by the end when he attempted to weaken his connections with her so she wouldn't get hurt, he lost her completely.

He lost the one mare he didn't want to live without.

Now, though, things have changed slightly. He pushed his feelings down and got over her (even if he had not gotten over Quinn). He would not be surprised if she had done the same. He would not be surprised if she scowled at the thought of him. He would not be surprised if she hated him.