Pony heard the bowl be pushed before him, he could smell it too. On any other day, he'd be ravenous after smelling such delicious food. Right now, his appetite failed him. He slowly sat up though and kept his head hung low, and seemed in his own world even after feeling the gentle touch of her knee. But slowly he opened his eyes to stare at nothing. Very slowly, he reached over and held out the nearly crushed letter to her, and in a small voice that seemed too weak even for him, he spoke before grabbing his drink.

"She's gone."