"Yeah, I remember. I was hoping you wouldn't, but a promise is a promise. We might have to wait until he heals up a little more."

"Alright that sounds about fair to everyone but you are the one who wanted to help."

He nodded. "I know, I know. No need to hound me about it."

"Just making sure you can remember," Desta looks around before getting up, "I hope that we can find a cure soon."

"We will. Either that or he'll heal on his own."

"Not quiet what I meant but yeah."

"What did you mean, then?"

"I meant about the illness that's facing of all the wild horses," Desta explains, "Angel was cured using water but how can we do that to a horse?"

"Oh...I'm not sure there is one, but there's a first time for everything, right? For a horse, it would have to be a much larger body of water."

"Exactly," Desta mentions, "And we would need some way of holding the horse near the water without being in the water."