Orhan
As Arcana voiced her concern for his injury, Orhan turned his head and met her eyes again. It broke his heart to see her so bloodied, bedraggled, and overwhelmed, yet still finding the compassion and energy to worry about him. He did not deserve her.
He held her gaze, his mind searching for the appropriate way to brush off his injury as if it was nothing. Even if it was not true, the love of his life deserved some reprieve, some peace of mind. She had just attempted to save his life, after all.
But in the end, he did not need to say anything.
There was a gushing sound. The stallion's head jerked up in surprise, and he looked downward - past the swell of Arcana's belly - to see liquid pooling at her hooves in the sand. He did not know what this meant, but he could wager a guess, and it made his gut cramp with anxiety. Was this his fault? Was it possible for their child to drown before it even lived?
Finally he found the will to speak. "What's wrong? What's happening?" Despite the sun beating down on them like a furnace, Orhan felt cold, and his eyes were glassy as they frantically searched Arcana's face.
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