He couldn't describe what he felt as she let his lips brush her cheek, once, twice, and again, or when her body pressed against the length of his own. Their colors clashed -- amber against black -- and yet, as the snow continued to fall, their spots mottled together as though they were one canvas as they rested against one another. Concern bloomed in his chest to feel how cold she was against him.
'You always have to save me… Am I ever going to get to save you?' The words surprise him and send his heart into a pattering fullness within his chest. He is flushed with the force of this new conviction settling upon him. Alioth didn't understand the why of it all, but he wanted to believe that there was a reason they kept getting drawn together.
Instinctively, the stallion begins to groom the amber mare. His tongue and teeth work falteringly at first over the swath of her neck and shoulders, seeking to warm her as a parent might do with their foal, but he finds his rhythm after a few moments. Alioth didn't voice his thought that, somehow, she was saving him right now.