is knowing where the rocks lie
She walks back down to Ori, slowly and a bit unsteadily, but she comes. She comes like a loyal dog hoping that their master is as kind as they think they are (though with a little more magic at hand than a regular dog). She comes with hope despite the odds that she can be normal again.
When the painted mare asks, she answers. ”Nerine.” She speaks it heavily, knowing how far away her home is, how far it must sound to Oriash, who usually flies but now might be tied to a sluggish ground-pony.
That is, if she really intended to bring her all the way. ”You don’t have to come…” she hesitantly says. She must be súch a burden to the younger mare.
Oriash if you want, we can continue in a common land/taiga/hyaline/nerine, or they can split ways at the base of the mountain