Fable more shook up then ever, held her close and tight not wanting to let go of the small filly. "Common Mary get up" She called her up and dusted the sand of the both of us. Mary looked over at you and curiously walked over to you and looked back at me. “He's good, he helped me find you, silly filly.” Fable strokes her mane and looks back at you nodding in agreement, to your request.