Women. Why did he always feel uncomfortable around women?! It was like he was waiting for one of those hard to meet stares and questions that were excruciatingly difficult to answer. He blamed Kou for this unreasonable discomfort. No matter how he approached a conversation with her she'd always manage to get him on the back foot. Forever reeling for words that would never come to save him from the embarrassment that would slowly creep it's way through his body. He blamed her lovingly of course, but all the same, she was a beautiful little minx. Yet, he had to take most of the blame for wondering into the company of the females anyway. The Doctor watched Lena with the same caution he gave to all mares, but still smiled when she returned his greeting with her soothing tones. Quickly searching his mind for a conversation starter that wasn't going to lead off into something he couldn't handle, already recognizing the fact of how much the mare population liked to waffle on about the strangest of things.

"Have you been well?" he asked of the mare with brown hues. It was a safe enough question, in the Nightshade's eyes anyway. He wasn't quite sure why he was trying to make conversation with these two, had his boredom really got that bad?! Probably. Though d'Artagnan would always be aware that he owed Lena for coming to save him from the cursed land of sun and sand, if she ever needed him for anything, he would loyally help her. Finally he turned back to the blue youth, noting her strange name as she answered him in low tones; Tiamat. He rather enjoyed the way she spoke to him, in tones of honour, she was a fine child if a little too shy for his taste.

Though he was impressed by the azure Tiamat so he inclined his head and nodded warmly, attempting to diminish the presence he unconsciously carried with him everywhere. It was rare, in the Doctor's eyes, to find a mind so willing at such a young age and it pleased him to see such promise within the herd. "Welcome then Tiamat, I wish you well and luck as apart of the Basin herd. Is there something you wish to study, an interest maybe?" He understood if she did not, at such a young age it was understandable if one did not quite know which path they wanted to follow. Though it was a duty that came with his rank to ask such questions of the new recruits and pass their answers back to Psyche should they wish to take up a certain rank.

He fell silent then, awaiting a grand tour and watching Aramis creep on his belly closer and closer to Imogen. His tail still rapidly wagging from side to side with golden eyes glinting with an unasked question to try tempt the kitsune into playing with him. Growling in a playful manner with curly ears curved happily forwards when the many tailed fox danced amongst the grass in her crafty ways. The Hellhound bounding after her, using his soft pads in attempt to playfully bat her floating tails.