Rainbow Dash sits motionless, wrapped tightly in a thick blanket as the snow drifts down around her. Her mane is damp, clinging to her face, and she doesn't bother brushing it aside. The warmth of her friends surrounds her, their voices soft, reassuring—but she barely hears them.

Her chest feels hollow, aching with the weight of something she can’t outrun. She tried—Celestia, she tried. She emptied the clouds, stopped the weather factory, fought against the entire season itself, and none of it mattered. The cold still came. Tank was still leaving.

Fluttershy is the closest, her gentle voice barely above a whisper. "Rainbow, it's okay to be upset…"

Dash squeezes her eyes shut, shaking her head. No, it’s not. She’s supposed to be tough, strong, unshaken. But right now, wrapped in a blanket, shivering and exhausted, she’s none of those things. She lets out a ragged breath, feels a fresh wave of tears sting her eyes, and stops fighting it. Her body trembles with quiet sobs, and nopony says a word. They just stay—silent, steady, as the winter wind brushes against them all.