"If you had run up there to save her? Aaron, wasn't he the one to give you those scars? He could have easily killed you too. And then what? Your sisters would have lost their mother and their brother. Stop worrying about the ifs and might have beens. It's the past, unchangeable. There's nothing you can do about it now except be there for them. Be a good example, don't be too hard on them. Push them in the right direction and be a shoulder for them to cry on when they need it."
On impulse she stepped forward, muzzle reaching to touch his own. Then she took another step forward, and another, until her chest bumped against the broader expanse of his own and she could hook her neck forward and rest her chin upon his withers. "Its hard. It'll probably be harder. But you don't have to shoulder this alone, and never will have to." A thought sparked a breathless giggle. "Mother will likely 'adopt' at least one of you. She does that, you know."