Yael’s presence was a relief for Alysanne, who hadn't been thinking with clear logic. She saw her friend lying in the muddy, shallow water, near-dead - she hadn’t even gotten to the part where she was thinking about getting him out of it. She nodded faintly in agreement with what they were saying but didn’t pull her head away from Mauja just yet - as though she could will him to stand by the force of her will alone.

No such luck.

Hemlock flew over to Irma, the pale owl that the stallion had carried out of the water, and landed near her. He hooted at her, a sad a mournful noise, before inching closer and touching his beak to her feathers - using the healing magic he had and trying to send it through her. He felt as though he was doing something forbidden - knowing that the beautiful snowy owl would never permit him to get so close if she were conscious - but it was something he could do to help. Perhaps if she was awake, and Diego too, they could wake Mauja easier.

Then there was the matter of how to get Mauja out - he wasn’t exactly the size of a foal. “I guess so? We could try to see if there are any vines around, loop them around his body and try to drag him out?” Her magic is so useless here but they need something. Her gaze looked to Yael, wondering if the golden mare had any ideas.

Delayed though her thoughts might be, finally her instincts started to kick in and she spoke the words that should have been said as soon as she saw the figure in the water. “Hemlock, go find a healer please.” Because while she still had her knowledge of herbs, they needed the effective and speedy process of magic right now. They had met so many other healers in their travels across Helovia - she hoped he would find one nearby and they wouldn’t be too long. Without another sound the small owl took off, flying as fast as he could, his dark eyes focused and darting as they looked for anyone he knew.

Alysanne, meanwhile, focused on getting Diego out of the water. She had been so focused on Mauja that she had not thought about his companions until the stallion had pointed them out, but the drenched, feathery bundles certainly were noticeable now. She prayed to the Goddess, and to all the other gods as well, that the chill of these waters wouldn’t be the thing that killed the trio after they had survived whatever it was that had cast them into the water in the first place.