Bacardi… His name was Bacardi. Syrah absorbed it as he checked her over for wounds. She was confused to say the least, but at least she was here and now standing as he offered a shoulder. Resting against him, she used his body to hold her own frame steady as her muscles continued to twitch and quiver with the weight of her own body. She had come so far, but that would not stay if she did not at least try to get herself forward again towards that of the cleaning water. Predators would come after her if she continued to smell like blood and with this stallion here, she could not allow that to happen for he would be in between her and them.

“Yes…” She mumbled, her body moving slowly towards the water. Syrah was not sure which way to go, but for now she would do her best to get there. “Lead the way.” Again her voice was soft, almost not there in its faint whisper as she plodded forward. Every few steps she would stumble, but at least she tried. The pond would be cooler and aid with the swelling. Her body would get to rest and recoup after moving so much with pain heavy in its muscles. For now, Syrah leaned against Bacardi and let her mind wander to try and fight the pain as best she could.