*His heart is filled with pity for the colt and filly. Seeming it would do no harm to raise a little one. He looks at Silver.* Oh, you know I can't stand to say no to you beautiful, so yes I will. We need something to keep us moving anyways. *Arching his neck down he touches the horn of the foal. A wreath of roses soon appear around her head. Standing straight he looks at Myst again and whuffs into her mane.* I'm glad that we have her now.