Spotted Eagle Mountain And life will always be la vie en rose

She was not the only distressed by the memories. For both, it had nearly been equally harsh. She could not say her experiences were the only poor ones— it would be unfair.

Though she could not yet put an end to the sobbing, but they did grow faint, occasional with added sniffling. It was when she noticed his erratic limb biting that she grew quieter, now whining for him, rather herself. She wanted him to stop—to stop hurting himself, but she couldn't find the words to say it. Each time she tried, she choked.

The feverish whining continued, cheeks wet with tears. Ali felt guilty now. Her breakdown had hurt them both. He had only tried to comfort her. So now she felt it right to do the same by him.

Slowly, she crawled her way forward. Close. First, her nose tip touched his. Closer. Then her muzzle brushed against his. Closer. And eventually, she pushed away the voices that told her no. Pushing forward even more, she drew her crown beneath his chin until her head entirely blocked him from reaching his legs. The aroma of iron— it stung her nose, but she remained there. 

A soft whine pursued, tail thumping ever so gently against the earth. Could he hear her plea now?