She searches you a bit with her dilated eyes before nuzzling the top of her soft snout against your jawline. She says nothing but her body complies. Her wings had returned to her sides—making it possible to roll off your chest onto her hooves. You climb to your feet as blood rushes back to your slightly tingly extremities, and you pull your long shirt down below your waist. Dash finally stands next to you on shaky hooves. “You alright Dash?”