Mind doesn't track how long he has stayed there kneeling on the little patch of warm ground he has made for himself. The smile has refused to fade, trying to keep his spirits up even when everything else was bleak and sad. The trembling has become a full body shaking that comes in spurts, like an I controllable seizure. At one point Cera thinks he tried to get up and find somebody, but had crumpled back down to resign himself to his fate of freezing. He is awed and frightened equally by these feelings of cold.

At first when the sound of strong gait approaches, Cera's little heart flutters thinking it is Midas, come at last to wrap him in his warmth with loving eyes. Just as quickly he knows it is not to be. The frail colt knows well the steps of his father and these are different. Weary green eyes blink dreadfully slowly open as the sound comes nearer. A golden stud stands before him, in a way that Cera recognizes to beckon him forward. It is friendly and assuring. He smells of the Throat when the wind shifts. The disfigured face is taken in but not judged. For Cera sees, after that, only his eyes. Wishing to help but letting Cera take those last few steps.

Cera's smile is a little delirious in his current state and he's most likely a pitiful sight to behold. But his motto is to always smile so it remains. With a pitiful little bleating sound he manages to unfurl his long thin legs. Hardly able to feel them as he stands. Normally his wings would have extended by now to help balance him but he is cold and much more concerned with staying warm than falling over. The little sprite was always clumsy because of them anyways.

Wobbling forward he reaches out for the male, feeling almost close to tears with relief. Hysteria nearly has him choking for a moment. The male had asked without words if he could approach but Cera had always been outgoing. Choosing to try and make it there himself. Only a few steps are managed before he sinks back down to the earth in a sprawl. It was rather comedic. No longer having the energy to whine or pout. Instead smiling brightly at the helper, so contagious is his own smile that it seems even his eyes are doing it. "H-He-Hello!" Barely a squeak of his usual voice but Cera knew his manners.

Once he has regained his lost strength he repeats the process. But this time he makes it to the savior who hasn't spoken a word. Pressing close to his side with violent shivers. Wondering if he would allow this. His legs ached in protest at standing but seemed content to hold him up so long as he didn't try to walk. The warmth is contagious and a little whimper escapes in gratitude as he tucks tiny head against broad shoulder. "I-I'm Ce-Cera! Who're y-you?" Ever the inquisitive little thing even in such drastic situations. Fixing an adoring thankful smile to beam at Lynx.