Freya was grateful for Persephone's diligence. If not for her, she feared she might not have woken - that she might have been tempted towards unconsciousness. She

"Thank you," the older mare murmured again, turning her head to nibble lovingly at her son's hindquarters, his tail wiggling eagerly in return as he continued to suckle with unbounded greed. "I don't even know what to call him yet." She hated feeling indecisive, but it felt like there was something deeper holding her back. She couldn't quite place it. Several moments slipped between them before she spoke again.

"Dogun was the father of my first two children, and after he left, I never thought I would have another. And if I did, it might somehow be with him." She was glad that her son could not understand her words. She knew even if he could have, he likely would have been too busy with his milk to hear what she had to say.

Turning back to meet Persephone's gaze, the roan mare forced the corners of her lips up in a hopeful yet melancholy half-smile. "But I'm glad things have happened the way they have." Shifting her weight away from the other mare, Freya leaned down to give her son's withers a loving nudge. Slowly, the strengths was returning to her muscles, the fatigue clearing like fog from her brain. "Thank you again for helping me. I think it will be good if he and I rest, and get some time to know one another." With another kind smile, the old mare guided her son away and into the Forest.

((ooc: wow, sorry this is so bad! We'll have to thread them again now that Persephone is going to the Inlet!))