Dawnlark Plains Don't You Leave Me Brokenhearted Tonight

For a moment, Grace just flicked her ear. Now she was hearing him? God, she must be going CRAZY! But wait, no, there was his scent drifting on the breeze. Her head whipped up and glanced around, finally coming eye to eye with Esaro. Behind the golden orbs danced anger, worry, and joy, but most of all they betrayed her feelings that she didn't yet want to admit. She stood and took one limp towards him, eyes narrowed at him as if he weren't real. Her heart dropped when she realized it was, indeed, her best friend, and she galloped towards him at her odd gate. Her happiness that he was here, and okay, overthrew her angry and hurt. 
               "Esaro!" 
She skidded to a halt as she got close, eventually pressing herself into his chest and whimpering wildly. He was with her! She didn't yet know of his fate but it didn't matter, he was here with her. The russet yearling begged him not to leave in her head, praying that at least if they had to part ways.... It would be on a good note. Would she tell him? Would that be a good note, or would that be cruel?