She listened to every word he spoke, watching as much movement as she could in that position. Hope turned her head slightly to the right hand reached out towards her. Her mouth was still open, as if about to say something, but nothing came out. She rejected getting help right away, hanging her head back down, before adjusting her body to point at her dead-looking horse not far from the two. It was laying helplessly on its right side. The only movement visible from it was its body barely moving up and down, showing sign of shaky breathing. A quiet snort came from Hope as she stopped pointing to push herself upwards, enough that she was onto her knees, then grabbed Grant's hand to steadily get up. She stumbled around before quickly reaching forward and wrapping her arms around Grant. All Hope needed was a few moments before passing out again, still tightly latched onto the man.