The little foal had a lovely set of bruises starting to grow on his white coat, but apart from some bumps, scrapes, and general derpness, he seemed alright. The wagon had ended up taking the brunt of the impact, with Garion getting tossed about in the ride. "Hyrda was gonna eatcha up..." Garion mumbled from Miss Tinker's grasp, not really directing it at either of the mares scolding him. After all that excitement and sugar from Grills, this, well, whatever he was lying on felt goooooood. The colt stretched out and snuggled into the immaterial softness, eyelids starting to droop. "Didn't mean to hit it..."