Anastasia nodded as he explained why he had gotten lost in thought, "Right! Leader of the Lost Elves. Quite the honour, so you've said."

She smiled and gently continued to pour water on Gale, avoiding soaking Samsul again. He didn't say much as he continued to brush Gale. She assumed there was something else that he wasn't going to tell her. So, she decided to stop asking. As she continued to brush her horse, she hesitated, "How are you so confident?" She asked as she looked as best she could over the horse, "About leading your race. All you've said about it, is how much of an honour it is and how proud you are.... Aren't you a little worried... That... Maybe you won't be good enough?"