The snow and rejection cushioned all sound like cottonballs stuffed in his ears as the Appaloosa took his first few steps away from Eriana. A flurry of muffled movement and squeak draw him up short. He's surprised to see the amber girl in a heap upon the powdered ground behind him. Alioth looked at her for a long moment; confusion, concern, and pity course through the stallion behind the wall he'd raised.
Ultimately, the mismarked Appaloosa softens and turns back to Eriana. His hooves shuffle in the white earth-bound fluff as the male approaches her once more. The movements Alioth makes are slower this time, more calculated as he takes in her sprawl. After a long exhale, he speaks gently but in a more guarded manner than before. "Do you want help getting back up?" He expects vitriol now, along with spat promises that she didn't need his help. He should expect nothing more, he reminds himself.
Despite this, Alioth cannot leave her in such a state without trying one last time to reach out.