https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/43325429/#q43327601

Anon's chest burnt as if a hot iron had embedded itself in his chest.

Through his mouth beamed fire. He held his chest, his heart burnt.

Dashie had been staring from the shadows, he hadn't realized. The panic set in like an icicle burying itself in his spine, the horror made his heart jump, and close.

Dash stands awkwardly, shuffling her hooves in the dust. "...You been crying?"

Anon's face twists. He turns away, curling in on himself, knees to chest. The words are clogged in his throat, the panic won't settle.

Dashie's eyes dart all over the place, she bites her lip, unsure.
She takes a few meek hoofsteps closer. "Hey..."

Anon is quiet.

She looks away. The silence lingers.

"I'm sorry" she says. Looking down. "I'm not good at this..."

"Can I get a hug?" Anon mumbles under the sheets.

Dash smiles meekly, and throws her wing over him, delicately. "Always."

Anon snuggles against her soft fur, her warmth warms him, and he listens closely to her heartbeat.
She holds him close, encompassing him with both wings, and lays a soft kiss on his forehead.

They snuggle, in silence. The world does not matter, for their world is right there, between the two of them.