A warmth like contentment spread through the spotted stallion as he groomed the painted mare. It washed through him as Eriana sank into his touch. It thrummed again when he realized she'd fallen asleep, warming him long after darkness fell and sleep came to claim him, too. At some point in his slumber, the heat faded.
Now, he feels a pressure against his cheek, words garble in his ear. Alioth inhales deeply through his nostrils, his rib cage expanding widely with the effort of it as the stallion drifted back into consciousness. "Hmm?" Drowsily, Alioth inhales and exhales slowly, his head bobbing once unsteadily atop the column of his neck. He knows the presence next to him, the warmth, is gone. Knows that he's supposed be doing something, but sleep weighs heavily upon Alioth's mind.
He had not known the warmth of another body next to his since Daffodil had gone, but he had sorely missed the comfort it always brought him. Thus, their hours of sleep together had drawn him deeper than anticipated. "Mmmm what," murmurs the black male, his head dipping a few degrees forward and threatening to drop at any moment back into sleep.