The salted water definitely stung as it soaked into her burned patches of skin making them burn as they did when the fire had just ravaged them. Lifting her hind foot out of the water for a couple seconds to attempt to stop the worst of the pain she gave up only to place it back into the water with a soft snort of discomfort. Closing her eyes the first thing that she saw was the jerk who had burned her not once but twice before she made everything fade to darkness. The pull of the current kept trying to drag her deeper but the sand sucked at her hooves anchoring her in place like it would a plant. Time passed away for what seemed like hours before her nose picked up the ever so potent musk that seemed to follow those of the opposite species. Internally her body reacted by tensing her abdominal muscles and everything in her lower abdomen growing warm. Damn stupid mother nature and its trickery, she would be better off without her lady parts so that she didn't get any stupid ideas in her head. No, she was just not going there.

Turning her bi-coloured optics to the stallion as his voice drew her ears she gave him a once over trying not to focus on what her body was expecting her to. At least this one was rather handsome she mused before wanting to shoot herself for the thought process. Dammit why oh why.

I can help you with that... Pausing as the words settled over her she couldn't help the incredulous look that dawned upon her face. Help her? Help her with what? Seriously! As if she was just going to allow some stranger to waltz up to her and help wash away her blood stains. Straightening herself out before she gave too much away she was really at a loss of words. Since when did stallions offer to help like this? The male mind would never be understood or fixed for that matter, it was a miracle that they were still in existence! Reverting her attitude to her more natural flirtatious self she wondered what was going through his head (proper head) at this moment. Her hormones were already wired much to her displeasure and with everything else she might as well be wearing a available sign in flashing neon colours. Moving forward a couple paces with her tail arched and her mane falling down around her perfection she regarded the striped stallion with curiosity. "Who are you?" She asked sweetly figuring she might as well play along and see how far she can push this poor boy. "No I can't say its comfortable either."

“Just because it looks like a leprechaun and talks like a leprechaun, it doesn't mean it can't act like the little fucking demon it is.”