Torasin dipped his head in agreement when she spoke, it was an odd situation to steal another's herd member to simply give her back. As much as Torasin was relived at her return, it did worry him about their motives and why they would go to such lengths for what? A reminder? He couldn't fathom, his heart had strayed from the path of destruction a long time ago, when faced with sadness and loss he had chosen to love instead. Putting his loyalty in others and following the ways his parents had always taught him, so kind were their smiles. He only wished his twins were okay and would visit him sometime, so he could love them like his parents had loved him. Solstice returned his touch and it caught him by surprise when a warm shiver filtered down his body. Green eyes turned to gaze at her but she seemed to have turned shy, her coyness almost like a tempt to the stallion who now frowned at his heart that skipped a few beats. Where had he been hiding this feeling? Had it been there all along, unnoticed and forgotten in his wash of sadness over Brooke's death.

He stopped himself from laughing at his own incompetence, it seemed no matter how wise or how old he got, his gentle heart would always fall before he knew anything about it. The paint wondered if he was attracted to her because she reminded him of his first love, her motherly nature but inner strength were things he had always admired in Solstice from a far. He smiled as she mentioned Isilme, not believing how fast time had flown by them and that they may not have spoken, but he didn't feel awkward around her. Simply comfortable and at peace. Gently he tugged on her pale mane as she turned back to him, "no we haven't have we ma'am, I always feel comfortable around you though. I was glad to be there for little Azale's birth and see her inherit the beauty of her mother. So proud you must be of her."

He wondered if he should ask about Aaron but decided against it, sure that the former warrior was now old enough to look out for himself. Torasin certainly knew that the painted stud was stronger than himself. Kiba had now landed on his bonded's rump and was looking thoughtfully between the pair but said nothing, letting the two figure it out for themselves.