Dock’s reply comforted Valentine very slightly, although he knew that his request was most likely impossible. He knew that she could not help how she felt, especially given her situation, but he thought it might help to try at least. All he wanted was to help, but he did not know how he could. Almost reluctantly, Valentine glanced down as Dock pulled back her head to look at him. His expression was still soft with concern and empathy, but his dark eyes had hardened. He would do it, if she asked. That much was very clear. He was glad when she looked away again, which was unusual in itself. It was easier to relax, however – to not think so much on what had happened – as they stood just staring out at the trees that leaned in around them, with Dock’s pale cream body pressed up so nicely against his. “Don’t worry about me,” he said, with the slightest hint of a smile as he tried to comfort her. At the mention of her sisters, he wondered how they had reacted. He didn’t know much at all about the other mares, but he imagined growing up with Dock they were very protective of her. Maybe they had dealt with the culprit accordingly. Valentine certainly hoped so. He thought that he might ask them, if he could bump into them alone. He didn’t say anything, however, lest Dock try to deter him. Instead he fell silent again, lowering his head so that his muzzle rested lightly against Dock’s back. He tried to push the angry thoughts away from the forefront of his mind, and simply stand there with Dock and enjoy her company – as bittersweet as it was. “You can ask me for anything, you know,” he murmured at last. “If I can help, I will.” |