The Siren sat there, keeping eye over him. Selfora was proud to be the one he came to, the one he sought after for help. Though she also knew he would be safer with her, yet she had a strange feeling the man who used her, would want him. Â Just that thought scared her, this man would need to have time to heal. Sighing she looked up when she heard Damien coming, the war horse her brother left for her. When she learned of this the horse had been a young colt, barely walking. Watching the horse she didn't notice the man wake till he spoke. Selfora turned and looked to him, listening. Her singing brought him to her, this made her feel happiness. For once it did more good than harm. It brought him to her, she felt proud of her voice, it made her smile. Looking around then to her horse the girl smiled, "I'm taking you to the palace. So you can rest..." the horse moved closer and got low to the ground, making it easier to mount him bare back. Selfora moved and helped her new friend onto the horse's back and wrapped him in the blanket before mounting behind him. Slowly the horse stood and turned it's head to look at them, the woman was holding his mane as she kept her arms around her friend to keep him on. With a nod the horse slowly began to move, each step was slow but soon he broke into a trot before sprint. Selfora held onto her friend with her arms, her horse knew where to go, she didn't need to guide him. Though she hoped to get there soon, that way he could rest longer.Â