Evaline looked sickly up close, her mouth was dry at the corners and when she admitted to Valve that she could not rise by herself, concern tugged at the bottom of the black mare’s gut. Perhaps the entire ordeal of the Lagoon had taken more of a toll on the golden mare than she thought.

The black mare nodded silently and bent down on one knee, getting low enough so that Evaline might grab ahold of her mane in her teeth and she could pull her to her feet. She took slow and careful steps alongside her until at last they arrived at the pool of water that was thankfully not too far away.

Once Evaline had settled, Valve paused to take a drink as well. Summers in the desert were indeed brutal but the black mare was quite accustomed to it by now. If Evaline had been a stranger, Valve would have simply left her to the elements so her life could run its course. But Evaline was no stranger, not anymore, and so she felt this new sense of ownership in regard to her well-being.

“I am concerned about you, Evaline,” Valve stated plainly, and then she looked back toward the two foals nearby. “I fear that your children are making it difficult for you to regain your strength.”

VALVE
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