The initial response from the man caused Dayna's gaze to harden almost instantly, the emotion that reflected clear as day once again hidden behind a mask of ice. She decided to go for a nicer approach and this was still what she got? If that was the case she would have been better off trying to attack the male until he grew tired of it and told her what she wanted to know just to get her to leave him be.

As he continued, his gaze now upon her, she rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms under her chest. It didn't matter that others had tried, the fact that they didn't succeed meant that it wasn't their task or they weren't putting enough into it. When he spoke of destroying the family, her purple eyes lifted to watch the male as he spoke. He went on about destroying the lives of those that relied on it. That thought jarred Dayna for a moment, but only that. These people had lived long past their time, ridding the world of something that was meant to have died long ago would have been easy.

Her mind was set on that thought, they did not belong, they should not be there anymore. A hand touched the side of her face, forcing her gaze up. Her eyes met the male's, his hand was surprisingly warm given the stories that were told about him. As she looked in his eyes, he looked in hers; her eyes hard hardened, similar to when they first met, even if the blood lust wasn't there. He was silent for a moment before he started talking.

He seemed to repeat what he said, though this time he dug deeper in. Men, women and children, they would all be effected. Families, they could be torn apart. Dayna fought to keep the flash of emotion from appearing in her eyes as she thought about her own past, the past of those before her and imagined what would have happened if the horseman and his family were part of the family; if those kids weren't related to the curse and she broke the necklace, they would be alone, they would be taken away and likely separated.

As she fought away those thoughts, he carefully took her hand, placing it on his chest. Dayna held her breath, not entirely sure what to think of the situation. Her eyes remained locked on his face, giving the woman the first clear look at him since she had first launched an attack on him. He asked if she would be happy when his heart stopped, which was surprsingly beating still. His tone seemed soft, though it could have been a trick she was playing on herself. She had kept herself distanced from most people, boys were surprisingly the easiest as once she showed any maliciousness, they ran.

She was taken aback by the soft gestgures and words, that pink hue returned to her cheeks as the male let her go. With her breath held, Danya turned on the balls of her feet and walked down the steps of the castle. She didn't look back at the male until she sat upon Sir Vincent, she watched him for but a second before pulling the horses reins, leading the creature down the road. Much like before, she didn't stay on the road, she ushered the creature into the forest across the street from the castles. She would stay there for the night.

Sir Vincent didn't run, Dayna kept him at a walk as she led him a bit further in, enough that your standard tracker wouldn't think of looking for something if they hadn't been told someone was out there. She then stopped the horse, turning on the saddle so that the horn was uncomfortably resting against her back as she leaned backwards. "What does he know," she scoffed as she thought about what he said. She tried convincing her self that those families shouldn't have existed either, those involved would have been long diseased so the children shouldn't have existed. It was more difficult though, something like that would have been tied to close to her own past.