"I'm okay," she said, despite her slight shivering. "Maybe we should go inside, though. We don't want to be late for curfew."
He nodded gently, as he led her back inside. Even though his cloak was damp, he slipped it protectively around her.
She accepted the coat gratefully. They returned to the compartment, and Rosy was struck by how quickly the room felt like a slight home. "I didn't think it would be this easy.. To just leave."
"Okay." she said softly. "You're that raft." She said it with a sense of relief. Up until this moment, she had small doubts about these last few days. It seemed impossible to her, how her life could have transitioned so quickly. But it was real, and every atom of Rosy's existence was grateful. She sat on the bed, and her horn glowed as the cloak flew into the air, and hung out to dry.
Frozen reached out and affectionately touched his hoof to hers. For all the sadness he'd suffered, it felt so good to be somepony's hero..
She rested her head on their two hooves and looked up at him. "We will be in Ponyville in the morning, correct?"
She nodded, slightly drowsy. "Okay.. Good. I can't wait to see it. It's rather exciting, don't you think?"
He smiled a bit, nodding, "I met a member of the apple family, long ago. She was a little filly by the name of granny smith. It's my understanding the apples founded ponyville."
"It's anypony's guess really," he said, "It's late, you should rest." He brushed a hoof idly through her mane.
"I'm alright," she mumbled. "Wouldn't that be crazy for her?" she asked him. "I mean, you haven't really aged since you last saw her, right?"
"I see." she said softly. "Perhaps we might find it safer to avoid her, just in case she recognizes you."
"Yes, you are right to say so," he sighed softly as he nestled into the sheets of his bed. Immortality was such a curse...
