"I will help you but you will also help me!" Elara said relentlessly until the last frost was removed.
A sigh of relief escaped from her lips. Her hands have turned whitish from the frost. The horse was breathing subtly from the cold as it managed to stand up.
Elara sympathetically watched it. She took pity on it as much as on herself. "We can't be of help to each other?" She mumbled disappointedly.
The horse didn't look healthy enough to carry her weight and likewise was she, she had no further help to render to the horse.
After some time, a sense of awareness surged through her body. The horse has been grunting since but that sound didn't affect her... How possible?
"Has... my... trauma... cured?" She stammered disbelievingly.
