Juggernaut could not nod, but the thoughtful rumble that left it was it's own equivalent. Cave-mother was hardly a true mother, as the foal had been denied, but it understood that to explain this would take tact it most likely did not possess. There was a vulnerability deeper than their exterior - the drone had to watch its step in more ways than one.
He wouldn't call them fragile, he couldn't see past the Gembound's eyes. Just uncomfortably small.
"Sair!" He exclaimed, a little too loudly. "Good name. Nice to say." One syllable, minimalist, easier for the Juggernaut to wrap his head around.
How many now? "Uh." He didn't want to make Sair feel insignificant, if they cared about numbers at all. Maybe they'd take it in stride?? "Many. Too many to number. That's why you begin with a name. I get a number, because my family is very small. Easy to count."
It paused, yet to recognise the shift in Sair's body language as fatigue. It studied the foal, worried - were they becoming ill? What had changed?
@Sair