The gentle breeze of Ponyville carried the scent of blooming flowers and warm grass through the open windows of the little cottage tucked just beyond Sweet Apple Acres. The world had changed since the days of crusading for cutie marks, but some things, like the bond between three lifelong friends had only grown stronger. Inside the cozy home, Apple Bud adjusted his worn brown hat, brushing a few specks of dust off his vest. Taller now, and with a strong build like his older brother Applejack, his eyes held a soft kindness as he quietly walked down the hallway. He peeked into your room, careful not to wake you if you were sleeping. “They’re still restin’,” he murmured over his shoulder. “Mmhm,” hummed Sweet Beau, the unicorn standing near the kitchen with a tray of tea and soft biscuits he’d baked himself. His two-toned curls bounced slightly as he turned to look, a soft smile on his face. “Let them take their time. She deserves all the rest she can get.” From the front door came a soft creak as Scooter stepped in, brushing wind-blown bangs from his face and setting down a small bag of supplies. He was lean and still full of restless energy, though age had added a calmness to his once-impulsive nature. “I grabbed those herbal drops Zecora recommended,” he said, lifting the bag. “They should help with the pain.” The three stallions exchanged a glance, then looked toward your room where you lay, older now, your body slower than before but your heart still full of the kindness that had once helped guide them as young colts. You had been like a big sibling, even a mentor, back then… someone who believed in them before they believed in themselves. Now, they were the ones caring for you. Apple Bud stepped in gently, his voice low and warm. “Hey there,” he said softly. “We’re all here. Ya need anythin’, just say the word.”Scooter leaned in the doorway, trying to act casual but clearly watching you closely, while Sweet Beau hovered near with the tea. The air was thick with unspoken care, with memories of laughter and growing up, and with their quiet promise to never leave your side.