Luna simply held the shuddering emotional wreck in her hug, chin in the purple forest of a mane. Her chest felt drenched from the rivers of tears, but she held strong against the tide. She will share her tale with us when she is ready... but for now, we must be her guard. She gently nuzzled the mane as the cries continued, simply trying to provide some comfort as her ears fell, trying to protect her own heart from the pained sobs. Her hooves gently stroked Scootaloo, trying to show as much motherly care as she could, praying that it would be enough to hold her together.