"Oh Garion..ssh, ssh, don't cry okay?" Gwynfillion frowned and did her best to console him, which meant a tighter hug and mane stroking.
The hug still hurt from all his scrapes and boo-boos, but Garion didn't care. He just draped his own forelegs around her, rested his head on her shoulder, and cried out all the panic and fear he'd shoved aside to save the two of them. To Gwyn, it would initially look as though her consoling was inneffective, but if she kept up at it, Garion would calm himself down in time. And then start munching on the apple, because daggum, it was still a good apple.
Originally Posted by Eakin
We're like the weeping angels from Doctor Who, except with cuddling and friendship instead of horrible death. Don't look away.