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[theydrewfirstblood]

{phone calls/notes/misc for John Rambo here!}

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[theydrewfirstblood]

There's a beat and the slow, methodical plod of hooves drifting closer, and finally a soft, but large nose touching the top of Drelasa's head with another snort of air. That's all it is, though: sniffing, snuffling, and touching a big warm horse nose to her head, her shoulder, any nearby appendages.

Strange human, you fell down! Are you hurt? Are you lost? Do you need someone to take care of you?

"Helga! Whatcha--whups! Dre?"

John Rambo's voice is distant, but grows rapidly closer before his hands settle on her shoulders with a warm, comforting squeeze.

"Sorry, doll--you're all right, Helga was gentle as a lamb before she got pregnant. Now, she wants to mother everyone with a foal on the way."

Another snort, followed by a very pointed nudge of Helga's nose against Drelasa's shoulder, not rough but firm.

Shut up, Dad. This is Helga's new baby, be nice to her.

John just laughs, sliding his hand into Drelasa's.

"Here, lemme help you up..."

[misbegottendreamer]

She clutches his hand tightly as she scrambled to her feet.

“John… thank you. I, ah… I should have been more mindful of where I was going. I did not realize I was so near to the horses.”

[theydrewfirstblood]

"You're good--like I said, Helga's a sweetie." John assures her, keeping hold of her hands for a second once she's up. "Plus my buddy Jon Sims has been known to bring her clover if she's near the fence, so she actually goes looking for trouble some days."

He hesitates...then after a moment, he pulls her into a loose hug she can easily escape from.

"Been meaning to check on you 'n George." he admits softly, drawing a shaky breath. "Just--I left 'n came back, and I'm still getting my feet back under me running the ranch, and...y'know."

With Siebren gone, she's one of the very few people who really does know.

[misbegottendreamer]

"Oh, daesohn... I mean, Jon has been by? I never seem to catch him away from his home, outside of social events." She's still a little shaky, but quickly calming.

She lets out a small flute-like squeak as she's hugged- not a sound of discomfort, just surprise.

"Oh John, I do not know what to think right now. What to feel."