But then the weeping shifted to laughing, and she glanced up at him with a concerned expression. This was not happy laughter, for it resounded with the same emotional pain that his crying had. But with the laughter came an uncoiling of his body that was promising. She lifted her head to watch him, silent still, observing the vacancy in which he gazed out at the expanse of dirt and sky. Her wing that wasn't carefully pressed beneath her against the dirt shifted, rustling softly in the only expression of her own unease.
Yet the laughter was shorter lived than his tears, and it was with its cessation that she extended her neck over his shoulder to bring her muzzle closer to his. Only now did she want to ask 'Are you okay?', but wasn't sure she wanted to hear his answer. But the opportunity flitted away from her when he began speaking instead. "I'm an idiot, an absolute hopeless fool." She was quiet a moment, ruminating over his statement, deciding what she should say. Finally, she spoke. "Do you want to tell me about it?" Or continue behaving like the fool you claim to be?