The Arabian’s words were harsh, but in her current state even Ava, soft as her heat was, could not disagree that they were well deserved. She said nothing, but it reassured her somewhat to know that there was someone who could validate her pain – who could confirm to her that it was her attacker who was in the wrong. Nasmat leant in closer then, however, her voice ever so slightly softer as she sought to comfort her. Though Ava saw the wisdom in the mare’s words it was easier said than done to stop the sobs. She tried, however, drawing in a shaking breath as she made an attempt to calm herself and stop her eyes from leaking. The idea of her ever breaking the bones in anyone’s face was laughable, but she appreciated the sentiment nonetheless. The mare turned her attention to the present then, however, and at her prompting Ava turned her bleary eyes forwards and saw that, slow and stumbling as her progress was, she had almost made it to the refreshing sanctuary of the oasis. Relief flooded her tired, aching little body. I will stand watch for you. Nasmat’s words were simple, but in that moment they were everything. It meant a lot to Ava to have that companionship, that protection – even from someone who was almost a stranger to her. Before she lowered her head to drink, she turned to face the other mare, her expression deeply grateful as she tried not to let any more tears seep out. “Thank you,” she said simply. Thank you. |