The Sunspire i write mostly on hotel paper.

Summer didn't have to wait long before his friend appeared. The sight of her brought a guilty smile to the yearling's face, for while he was painfully aware of her condition, he could not help but be selfishly happy to have her there with him. The joy made his insides burn with guilt, as did her sullen state. After all, she had come there due to their friendship, and yet their friendship was clearly not enough to make her whole again.

The Ostrega shoved those emotions aside for her sake, however, not wanting his own feelings to add to any of her discomfort. Her strode towards her and leaned to press his muzzle softly against her cheek, whining softly in greeting. "Hey," he said gently, "Feeling any better today? Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?" He stood back then to look at her, concern clear in his eyes though he tried to keep it at bay.