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Bronco had figured as much. It seemed that fate had set a cruel gaze upon Miriam, who had once been lost herself and now had lost her young son. He couldn't imagine how much it must have hurt her, knowing her young child was out in such a vicious world on his own, though he had some inkling of the pain when his sister had run away. She'd only been three months old- and had been gone for months. So, in the very least, he hoped that Asmoses- who he thought would've been a bit older than Nellie had been when she'd wandered off- might have fared just as well. 

He breathed a sigh, and moved closer when she dropped her gaze. He could feel a heart-wrenching ache that seemed to pour out like cold vapour, hanging about her tense shoulders, and he moved softly against her, touching his muzzle to her shoulderblades so that she might pause in her search to at least seek some comfort. While he was aware that the father to her children- Mal- was only hours away, he felt no shame in reaching out to her while she was in such distress. As calm and still as a boulder, he remained, fit for her to lean her aching chest into his if she saw fit- or pull away without worrying about being clutched. "You are. Will you allow me to accompany you, for a bit?" He asked softly. He didn't need to remind her how dangerous the world was; he was certain she was already painfully aware of it without a reminder.