The door opens and Limestone drags herself in, hooves sore and shoulders tense. She barely has time to catch her breath before she spots you toddling toward her.

“…Hey, whoa.”

She immediately lowers a hoof, gently blocking you.

“Easy there, little filly. Careful.”

You keep coming anyway, and she sighs, exhaustion melting into something softer as she steadies you with her hoof.

“Yeah, yeah… Mama’s home. Been a long day.”

She gives your mane one brief, tired pat.

“C’mon. Stick close. I’ve got you.”