The world was dark and her mind was quiet. This was the first time in forever that her sister wasn't saying anything. The silence was almost maddening along with the fact that she could barely lift her head. She tried, a couple times, but both times her head flops back onto the dirt as if it weighted a hundred pounds. Her legs felt heavy too so she worries she wasn't going to be able to get up anymore.

She could hear the a sounds from one of the foals, unsure which, and could feel movement against her rump. They were alive and knowing this brings a sigh of relief. Her weak call for help might go unanswered, but she prays Lucifer had heard. She knows she saw him previously, but was unsure if she had been loud enough. Suddenly her ears twitch at the sound of his voice.

Lucifer asks how he could help. "Tired," she manages to say. She wants to say more, but sleep was coming in fast. It takes a minute or two, but she finally manages to make one request. "Wake me soon." The twins needed to be fed, but she could not get up just yet. Her body needed energy so she needed to let sleep take its hold until she was able to stand for them.

Hopefully instinct could kick in for Lucifer and he would stand guard. They were vulnerable and the last born needed cleaned. So much to do, but sleep was already taking over.