Ashleigh

"You never asked us," replied Ashleigh, his vexation vanishing, [...]

"Ashleigh!" her mother called. "Could you bring me a wrap for Slewette's leg from the feed room?" "Okay!" Ashleigh let herself out of Wanderer's stall. She'd check back in a little while to see if the mare had finally eaten anything.

She simply smiled and squeezed Gina's arm, her fingers lingering, burning her skin. “Thanks.” Gina couldn't speak. She just nodded. She finally released Ashleigh, her hands falling away from her.