Freya felt the firm but gentle touch of another against her face, stirring her from the twilight state she lingered in. Slowly, she managed to open one eye, peering up at Persephone's face. She was still so tired, the desire to sleep still calling to her from somewhere deep and dark in her mind. "Perssephonee..." she mumbled through the fatigue that weighed her down. One slow blink, and then another, and finally, she gathered the strength to lift her head up, blue eyes rolling in their sockets as she peered towards the wet lump at her rear that had begun to stir and fuss. She still wasn't sure if it was a colt or a filly. Although she had secretly hoped for another daughter, she would never be disappointed by any child given to her. As long as it was healthy, she knew she would be a happy mother.

The thought was enough to stir Freya legs, her body screaming out as the fog in her mind lifted. Her belly still ached, and for a brief moment, she felt her stomach drop. What if it was twins? She knew she would not survive another birth, she was sure of it. If one had sent her to her knees like this, another would surely do her in. "I need to get up... but I feel so weak." She croaked, her throat feeling tight and dry. "Will you help me stand? I need to clean it... let it nurse..." she was still exhausted, her muscles protesting every movement she made.

Slowly and shakily, the old roan pulled herself to her hooves. As quickly as her body would allow, she leaned down to nuzzle at her child, cleaning them off with a steady determination. She worked slowly from head to toe, discovering through the process that her newest - her last child was a colt. 'Beautiful,' she thought as she pulled away from him, examining his rich red dun coat. He had the same beautiful white markings as his her, and Freya couldn't stop the pride that swelled in her chest when he looked up at her with blue eyes. 'He could have been ours.' She thought, a quivering breath working its way through her parched lips. She watched and encouraged him as he struggled to stand, falling once, twice - three times, before he finally found his hooves.

Slowly, he made his way to her side, his tiny muzzle grazing along the sensitive flesh of her underbelly. An unpleasant grunt bubbled in Freya's throat as he latched onto one swollen teat. "Thank you." Freya murmured after the discomfort had faded, turning her head to look Persephone in the eye. "If you hadn't come along when you had... I fear what might have happened to him. To me."