"I wish," she says giggling, "but then colts and fillies would want to get sick more so they can eat the good tasting plants. But since they taste bad then it makes the younger horses not want to get sick." -Maybe it should teach him to not act stupid- she thinks and smiles some.

West murmured something, laying back down. He tucked his head down near his legs, hurt showing in his eyes as he guessed what she was thinking. He closed his eyes, a sigh escaping.

She watched him lay back down and saw the look of hurt in his eyes. She lowered her head some and laid down beside him. Wither assumed that he was actually good at putting pieces of a mental puzzle together and had guessed what she was thinking. She lowered her head and looked at West as they both laid there quietly.

West was asleep before soon, being tired from the effort of getting up. He was annoyed he had to sleep so much, but was happy that it would help him heal faster. He woke the next morning, and his leg had no swelling whatsoever, so he stood up. There wasn't much pain. West smiled, walking over to the water and taking a drink

Wither awoke suddenly the next morning from a nightmare and panted heavily. She raised slowly to her hooves and walked over to the water, hoping that a drink would calm her down. She noticed West was awake and nodded a greeting to him before lowering her head to get a drink. The cool water did seem to help as she took a long drink, feeling her body relax.

West glanced at her before partially limping over to the grass to eat a little bit. He was happy when he felt he could out some weight on his leg... without too much agony. "How was your night?" West asked Wither, with a slight eyebrow raise

"It was... Ok I suppose," she says, "what about yours? Your leg feeling any better?" She noticed from where she stood that it looked a whole lot less swollen. -That's a good sign- she thinks -that means he probably just hit it bad and didn't break it or anything else major.-

"Hmm" West murmured. "It feels much better. Not much pain now. What's wrong with your night? I can tell so,etching isn't wrong, so you'd mineswell just tell me." He cocked his head sideways, letting his ears flop back in a relaxed manor

She bobbed her head some as he said that his leg didn't hurt as much. "Just a bad dream. That's all," she says and feels her ears go back slightly, "nothing too bad." She took another sip of water before walking a few steps away and started to nip at the grass. She knew that the dream was worst than she was saying, it was one about a bad moment in her past that she would have rather forgotten.