Braylen could not help but stare into the water as another drop landed in the liquid before being carried away. It had been his first battle, first wound and his first loss of temper. He would never forget it and by the look of his face there would always be a mark there to remind him.
Infatuated with the sight he had not heard Hickere speak next to him. The painted stallion knew she was there but his mind was churning too fast for him to hear. As her lips brush his skin he flinches, head jerking up and face swinging over to look at her. A snort rushes from his flared nostrils that still work to return the used oxygen to his lungs, but he is not angry with her. Hickere had merely woken him up back into reality.
"No.....I can't really feel it." He replied, knowing later he would probably give her a different answer. But it was worth it and as his blue eyes drift over her face he cannot help but feel a sense of pride and loyalty for what had happened. Hickere had not gone with the strange stallion and her courage to fight back was admirable. It gave him a sense of comfort knowing how she would make an effort to stay here in this home he offered, and the concern she showed now made him all the more glad he had not let her down.
"Please don't worry, Hickere." He said softly and wanted nothing more than to move closer and reassure her that everything would be okay but refrained as he did not want to stain her skin with his blood. "It was worth it to keep you safe."
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