Her confidence to offer herself was boosted with the protective boy's admission. Not that the other mare was to be so easily discarded, but the grey monolith of a horse had it right, the Throat was the closest for her. It was not so simple though (was it ever?) least of all when a family as large and as sorrow struck as this waded into the pool. She couldn't blame them really; how many times had she been at the mercy of her emotions, rationality fogged with any number of feelings, none of which she could casually compare to the murderous death of a loved one like this.

She breathed, not aware she'd been holding it. She was an intruder here, she knew, but she could help. A mare slipped in beside the warrior father, the one I recognized from the caves. His filly was dwarfed beside him, but then again, so was Ampere. The dark Constrictor came in with the clear authority this situation needed, though Ampere wasn't so sure about a road trip all the way to the Edge, not so soon any way.

Yet, they agreed on one point. The filly could be fed now. Ampere made to move forward, to offer her white wine, but then another appeared, spotted in monochrome. Her familiar face swayed the father, understandably, but in his grieving moment he was blind to the truth. He pushed his daughter to nipples which were still dry, Alysanne's foal not yet needing them. Ampere shook her head slowly. "She swells, but she has not birthed, no milk comes from her yet. In the future though, she may be your best choice, but for now, let me help." She remembered the pitious cries of her own son's hunger, the wrenching loss of her other, silent forever. She was moved, finding herself surprisingly motherly as she stepped still closer to the filly, reaching out to help move it towards her flanks, if he'd let her.

"The first milk is the most important, blessed as it is... I'm afraid mine's already been drunk, but it will fill her still. Even so, she may be prone to health faults..." It was a truth she didn't want to share, but one they needed to know. "The Throat is closest, and I have magic which can help me lift her up and over the river crossing. The warmth will help keep her from sickness, and our healers can aid her until she is well enough to travel all the way to the Edge." Ampere's blue eyes burned bright as she stared at Archibald, the authority figure here. He wanted her close, home, with him, she understood that, but was that what was best? "You're all welcome to stay with her..." she murmured, still feeling for their loss. She couldn't help but feel partially responsible for it. She had pledged to hunt down the killer after all, and now...this.