”Anon you’re hurt!” She stands up on her rear legs and gently takes your hands in her hooves. Her wings wrap around your back protectively. She inspects the minor cuts and abrasions before visually checking the rest of your body for injuries. Her eyes return to your hands and her face is stricken with pain.  She holds them against the soft fur of her chest before swiveling her head to your surroundings. The fine fuzz and warmth of her chest adds a level of comfort to your stinging appendages, but it didn’t fix it.