For a moment, she doesn't speak. Instead, Eriana took a moment to shift herself to lie upright upon the ground. The snow lay thickly upon her back, crumbling off of her in places as her gravity shifted with each movement. 'I'm not okay,' the amber mare says in no more than a whisper. Alioth's heart thudded in his chest at the words, hammering home his guilt and the impulse, the need to fix things for her. When he manages to spy her tears through the falling snow, the Appaloosa feels his resolve to distance himself dissolve.
The mismarked stallion moved, then. He closed the space between them and went about settling awkwardly on the ground at her side. It takes Alioth a few minutes to school his legs and body as his weight lowered. A breath sucked in between his teeth as the cold of the snow nipped at his belly and chest upon fully settling upon the ground. Doing his best to ignore these uncomfortable sensations, Alioth cautiously reached to touch his lips to the champagne mare's nearest cheek in a new bid to comfort her.