Shælyn walked up to Angelo and lightly touched his shoulder. "Are you all right mate?" She asked softly. Tensions were high now. She much preferred the Pegasus in the stables. Especially the black one with the white spade shaped patch over its eye. She'd taken to calling him Ace and he had given no voice of objection. Shæ fingered her choker, the small spaces in between the puca shells familiar to her touch.