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Fragments. That had been the result of their pact with the high priestess. Not even a question to the guardian, who would follow the priestess unless she did something very, very wrong. The type of wrong which would result in the death of most of the rest of their clansmen. And even then it would be debatable and he very well might follow her. But for now he had his fragment to worry about. The red mirrored his eyes to some degree, and he looked at it often when he did not have it tucked safely away. Not safe enough though, he needed something that could be worn and he did not have to worry about it. He had no idea how to design or create such a thing, and Ylaria had been scarce at best to him. But she was not the only one he knew who might be able to help him with this.

So he was...well, not making his way over to the Conquest lands, but loitering to an appropriate time of day. He had come over first thing in the morning as he did everyday, bringing buckets of water, putting a bucket over all the garden, and then a second bucket that was split (albeit unevenly) between Astridr and Cai. He then might have spent his time talking to her, crouched down in front of the plant, speaking in a low rumble and showing her his fragment, even going so far as reaching out to touch the crystal to her leaves.

Somewhere he knew this was not Astridr, just a plant, but the actions made him feel closer to her. If she could come back in a form not her own...this would be it. Maybe there was a chance...so however foolish it looked to those who passed by here he was, not really caring what they thought. Finally the day began to warm and he straightened to look around, wondering when she would show herself. Even though she had told him he needed to water he often ran into the Conquest horsewoman coming to do the very same thing. When she came into view he wasted no time in informing her about why he was there. "Morning. I could use your artisan skills." He held up the fragment, and really there could be no doubt as to why he was there.

Soren looked at the Conquest horsewoman and with concern. For her to do anything without her normal sense of casual grace that she seemed to show (she had even been planting with an air of practiced ease) was just a bit odd to him. That, and she was like him. She could be rather quiet and reserved, so it was up to him to read what she was telling him without words. Lifen was sitting but pulling things out of her bag as if she was ready for work.

He sat down next to her, taking his time as he did not answer her question straight away. He sat with his legs in front of him, knees loosely pulled up and arms stretched out to rest on them as he regarded her. "No," he stated simply before his eyebrows furrowed slightly. "You don't look good. Working too hard? No niceties here, she looked off to him and he would say as much right to her face. He wanted something for his fragment, needed something really, but he wasn't going to overwork someone he was beginning to care about.

There was no reason for her to put down in words how wonderful life is now you're in the world what had transpired. He knew it all too well and he was more than happy to move on past that rather than to dwell on it, or anything else that had happened to the four clans. It bothered him still that a friend of his was to this point, Horsemen should not be tired. Halloween did this to them, Halloween an it's insufficient Fear. It was degrading to them, forced to live in the same world as these Halloween creatures, unable to lord over them like they probably should. Accepting their hospitality. It bothered him more than he tried to let on so he forced those emotions away from him, focusing on the real issue at hand.

"You're right," was his response. "I've come for a trinket. I'll wait. I'm no fool colt to lose something precious easily. When you've caught up, rested, we'll deal with this." It only made sense. Yes, he was her friend, and so if she wanted to help him out with this that would be wonderful (and naturally he would still pay for the services rendered). But she was also his friend, and he worried about her. He refused to be an additional burden to her.

He didn't look satisfied, because he wasn't. He was sure that something was off, but he wasn't going to push the mare. "I don't," he agreed. "Something useful," that was an idea, right?

After a moment of thought he did add a bit of information, something that perhaps she could actually work with. "I always wear my pelt." Maybe she could design something to go with it, he would leave the details in her more than capable hands, and that was good enough for him. He trusted her. "Just...don't work too hard." He tried to sound gruff, but a touch of worry was present in his voice as he stayed seated as he was, content to watch and try to be of use until she dismissed him, even if he stayed with her the entire day. He could always use silent companionship.