A grin splits your face, but it wasn’t to taunt her, rather it was an uncontrollable reaction to the revelation of the new and endearing information. The colors of her mane tickle her flushed cheeks as you comb through them affectionately; she tolerates it begrudgingly. The feeling was surprisingly warming, and the longer you pondered it the more you appreciated it. For a moment you regret that you’ll never be able to give her the same experience. It takes her a moment to compose herself, “I told them a bit a-about…us…t-that we’re, sorta together…” She stutters. 