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[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash Though I’ve no idea what signs of improving health are, I’m quite positive that the fact that she’s moving is definitely better than stillness. Rather than pull away, as I would have in any other situation (we’re much too close for strangers) I remain as close as I can manage. I go so far as to try and breathe more heavily on the snow and ice, but it doesn’t do enough for me to bother continuing. I can feel her shift beside me, and where her eyes open I do my best to appear as non-threatening as a stallion pressed up against her can possible appear. “It’s not my river,” I say, unable to keep a good-natured smile off my face despite the gravity of the situation, “but I do think you definitely broke it.” I meet her gaze for a moment, at least until her head falls back to the ground. I nudge her shoulder again, and am relieved when she shivers. At least she didn’t suddenly die. There’s no point hurrying her, I decide, perhaps she needs more time to warm up. Were she smaller I might have tried to move her, but she is close to my size and would be impossible. It is a novelty, especially given that so many of the mares in my own herd are petite little things. She drifts again for a moment, and when she asks if I’m still here, I nod. “I’ll be here till you stand up and get to somewhere warmer.” I tell her. “Most places are cold this time of year, but I could take you to the Jungle or the Desert. The Desert’s much closer though. It’ll warm you right up, I’m sure.” I’m not sure what else to do. Staying here in the cold doesn’t seem a very wise choice. At least she can warm up in a place with no seasons. Perhaps after she does so she can return here, if the snow is more to her liking.