She was improving.

It's hard to say when it started; unlike her noticeable destruction, the rebuilding of Ampere was slow and quiet, only apparent after a great passage of time, or acute scrutiny. Such is typical of creating and ruining, and why loss deals such a greater impact than gain.

A turning point was certainly the threat of the new 'god' Kaos, igniting that need to protect and defend once more. It was like the overwhelming darkness those years ago, the crisis and the threat and how it united the realm, well it inspired her from the Wilds and into a herd. She found strength and family in the herd, and gradually her feral manners subsided under compromise and joint efforts.
The meeting with the strange electric creature and the gifts she bestowed upon Ampere was another important breath of life back into Ampere. That one was an internal tug instead of an external pressure, one that pulled Ampere a bit further back into the mare she was, the mare before Gaucho instead of the broken one after him. Ideas that had grown quiet in her heart were starting to echo again...

Ampere's lips pursed in thought as she stared out at the shoreline. Just having ended her patrol her body was faintly darkened with sweat in certain corners of her body. The new, burning feather of the golden Sun fluttered in her mane as a spring breeze drew upon her, eliciting a faint shiver where the dew of her duties caught it. A black, flame-less feather moved in her hair too.

Kygo arced suddenly down from his erratic flight across the beach. He swung deftly into her mane, sending strands every which way. Ampere flicked an ear back, oddly accepting of this compared to her typical treatment of the bird (they had rebuilt too, just as quietly).
"Don't tell me you got more seaweed?" she asked through their link, a touch of disgust lining her tone.
Kygo paused in his burrowing efforts, feathers half-heartedly fluffing up in rebuke. "No!" was all he quipped back, clearly hiding something.
Before Ampere could ask further the breeze picked up again and blew the tuft of dried grass the little bird had collected. The movement caught Ampere's eye, her blue iris turning as she watched the foliage drift onto the sand from her body, laughing as Kygo jostled on her neck, darting after it with a dismayed "bitch!" that mimicked her own voice.

With the silence broken, Ampere switched to her normal manner of conversation with her companion - audible, as if that somehow made it easier to bear the idea that they could speak mentally, that they were bound. It was certainly something she never forgot, but it was something she had adjusted to much better than she ever imagined she would; time does that to you. From suicide attempts to laughing with him on the beach, and just in a year. Time does fly.

"Honestly, what's the point of building a nest?" she queried, humor drawing out her words and sealing them with a smirk.
"Never know!" Kygo insisted, agitated as he tried to place his pieces just so, but even Ampere's slightest movements unsettled them. He insisted her mobile nest would make it that much more impressive, but he may have underestimated the instability. He kept trying though, energetically racing on his wings back down the beach to find some new decor.