[ Matthew looks from one horse to the other and back again, stunned. A pit starts to open up in his stomach, growing wider as he kneels down next to Lu. He places a hand on her side. Her breathing is deep and steady, nothing the least bit unhealthy or distressed about it. That doesn't make him feel better. When he speaks, his voice is thin with anxiety. ]
I don't think that's it.
[ He strokes his other hand through her mane, willing her to wake up, but she doesn't. ]
We've gotta-- we should check on the others.
[ Then he'll know for sure. But he's too afraid, he can't even make himself stand up on his own. ]
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I don't think that's it.
[ He strokes his other hand through her mane, willing her to wake up, but she doesn't. ]
We've gotta-- we should check on the others.
[ Then he'll know for sure. But he's too afraid, he can't even make himself stand up on his own. ]