Her heart was already breaking for him when he couldn’t get out the word to explain what had happened to to the mother. Reassurances died on her tongue, unable to make their way out. She wouldn’t tell him that it was okay because how could it be? He was so far away from being okay as he stood before her and she could only imagine what the pain was that he was going through. Her friend was a healer, a guardian angel, and not being able to save December…

He didn’t move towards her, but she took a cautious step towards him - reaching out with a dark muzzle to touch him briefly on his cheek, a soft echo of the fond greetings they once shared, as she spoke gently. “I’m so sorry, Mikey.”

She stepped backwards, enough room to give him space, and was then greeted by the small filly by his side. She’s red, beautiful shades that remind Alysanne of autumn and fire, and she bleated out a greeting of her own. A small smile lights in Alysanne’s eyes and she stayed completely still as her wing was inspected by a soft, curious nose. The ache in her heart, meanwhile, deepened - thinking of this girl (and her brother) growing up without a mother.

Speaking of the colt - he returned to the group, Alysanne feeling foolish when he brushed passed her and she realized she must have missed him entirely on the other side of the glass spikes. So consuming had her desire been to reach Miykael that she had not paused to consider anything else. The colt parroted the name that Miykael spoke, speaking in cheerful tones that only made Alysanne feel worse. These foals were too young to have such a tragedy happen to them - too young to even understand what had happened.

Hemlock soared over her head, his agitation and worry keeping him from landing, and soon Rexanna joined the group. The presence of someone else encouraged Alysanne to focus on the problem at hand. But before Alysanne can start to ask Rexanna if she knew anyone in the herd that might be nursing, the foals had picked up that the golden mare herself was producing milk. They flocked to Rexanna in a heartbeat and a small wave of relief flooded over Alysanne. “I think Rexanna might be able to help?” She grinned at the golden mare - reaching out to nudge her softly on the shoulder in thanks - and the two foals that were giving her special attention.

Her attention then drifted back to Miykael, now that the immediate needs of the foals were being taken care of. Though her smile faded, her face was soft and welcoming - whatever history lay between them, she had no hesitations about what to do now. “You’re all welcome here for as long as you’d like.” She would help him through this, if he would let her.