Well, Alysanne probably should have known that the filly would have reacted like that to her suggestion that they could go searching for her mother. Logic had escaped the black and white mare almost entirely. She shouldn’t be feeding hope when she had no information to back it up, shouldn’t be arguing with Tembovu’s words to the girl when she didn’t know why he had said them. But looking at the small filly, how could anyone take away hope from her? She was on her own, she was wounded and she was cold, and Alysanne’s heart ached at the love she felt for this little filly.

One day, she would help her find her mom - Alysanne would personally escort her around as they searched, but that was not something to do tonight.

“We’ve got to get you nice and strong first! Your mom won’t want you falling and hurting yourself more.” As eager as the filly was, this wasn’t an undertaking that they could do in the middle of the night. Alysanne wanted to speak to Tembovu first, of course, and see why he had taken hope away from this little filly. Did he truly know that she could not be reunited with her mother?

“Here, it’s warm underneath my wing.” She stretched the limb out, offering it to the filly. The foals of other mares were usually best approached like she would a fawn. Carefully, so as to not spook it. As the girl had shifted, Alysanne’s focus had reset on the girl's knees and she didn’t want to waste anymore time leaving the filly in unnecessary pain.  “Well, since your mama isn't here I'm going to help you, okay? I’m going to use some healing magic on your knees, I don’t want you to be scared - you’ll feel better afterwards - but if you are just let me know.” Maintaining her soft smile, Alysanne let the tendrils of dark mist move toward the filly, urging them to wrap around her knees, but only if she had been comfortable with it - at the slightest sign that Hera was scared of the magic Aly would pull it back and think of something more traditional to help with the wounds. Hemlock would surely be able to help her find something even in the dark.

As though summoned by the thought, Hemlock came and landed on the ground between the mare and filly, dark eyes focused on the young girl as he gave a little hoot of encouragement.