She sighed some hearing West's voice. She looked around and noticed a pile of rocks. "You might be able to climb back up on those rocks," she calls, "they are to your left I believe." She now could see West's figure below her and was shocked at how deep he had fallen. -Well he is strong- she thinks remembering how he had pushed that boulder last night and killed the cougar.

West backed up. "I'm an idiot." He muttered before leaping into the air, catching himself on the ledge. He hit it so hard he knocked the wind out of himself, gasping for air as he tried to scramble up the side on the rocks.

Wither carefully moved around the crater and over to where the pile ended. She waited for West to climb up and wondered why the hole had happened. -Probably just a loose ceiling- she thinks and looks down at the now opened cave. She spots West climbing up and paces some as she waits.

West scrambled on the loose rock, hauling his heavy body upward. He finally got himself out, huffing and puffing like

A steamboat. He looked at Wither. "Thanks." He panted, regaining air a little faster this time.

"No problem," she says and looks at the opened cave again. "You sure you're not injured," she asks moving closer to inspect him, "that was a big fall. Nothing hurts or anything right?" Now that the pain of being in heat had subsided she could now think clearly and right now she had to think about whether West was ok or not.

West nodded. "Just a couple scratches." He lied. "Thanks for asking." He smiled, walking a little ways away and laying down. There was something wrong with his gait, but he didn't show any pain

Wither nods and follows him over to where he laid down. She thought for a moment before saying, "Wait here." She then trotted over to the flower field and sniffed around before pawing up some ginger. She returned and placed it in front of West. "Here eat this," she says, "it helps with pain and healing. Doesn't exactly taste the best but it does work very well."

"Oh come on, I'm perfectly fine!" West complained. It wasn't true, and that was the reason he was laying down. 1: it was hard for him to stand 2: he didn't want Wither to see he was hurt. Nevertheless, West took the plant and chewed it up, swallowing it and making a face. ...urgh... he muttered

She gave him a look that meant that she knew he was lying. She lowered her head and sniffed at his legs, knowing that was why he had laid down. "Where does it hurt," she asks as she carefully examines them. Wither knew that from a fall like that even a strong stallion like West would get injured in some way, more than a few scratches even.

West glared at her. "It's nothing! It's just sore." He huffed, curling his head around and laying it on the ground stubbornly. He knew though it hurt, it was probably.. just a minor injury and there wasn't much Wither could do so he decided he didn't need help.