[Afraid that he was worse off than he'd looked from a distance, Konoha quickly maneuvers around to offer more of herself in support, back hooves clattering on broken pavement as she tries to prop him up between lamp post and her withers, arms hovering and ready to assist. He was heavier than he looked, but she was draft strong, work strong, on top of the already above human strength that could be expected of her kind, and she can bear him. ... she had to. (Had to help. Be useful.)]
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I'm Konoha-
[Haya-? Why did that sound familiar?]
I'm... I'm with the Circle.
[It still sounds too strange to say, but-]
You are too, right? Are you injured?