Insurgent

You gotta have the patience and believe you're gonna make it
Gotta hold on

All such thought had to be set aside now, however. There were more pressing matters to consider, and she was glad to have someone to share her thoughts with, glad that there was someone who felt the same way about this place and its ruler. At the sound of her name she turned and spared the stallion a smile - tense and tight, so brief it was gone before it ever reached the eyes - and with water rushing down from the back she waded back towards the shore.

"You came" she said, and reached out to brush a cold, wet nose against his neck, the greeting far more intimate and lingering than any she would have dared before. An acknowledgement it was, of what they had shared in the past, what they still shared... "I wasn't sure you would."

But she was glad he had, it made everything so much easier.  

Though she was eager to get straight to the point, the little mare took the time to give her friend a long, scrutinizing look, to see if he was alright. On the surface she thought everything looked fine, but nowadays scars were rarely only skin-deep, and whatever hurts he might carry were too well hidden for her eyes to see. She thought of what Otem had said about one of his dragons disappearing, and the thought of the red without the gold or the gold without the red, and Volterra without them both by his side made her heart ache.

Another item added onto the list of reasons to oppose the demon of chaos, one more reason for her to proceed with what she wanted to do.

"Volterra..." she said, thoughtful as she sought his gaze, tried to read his expressions, "what do you think of this place? The Rift, this cave, the regions you have seen so far..?"

Better test the waters first, before she plunged in over her head.

I know you're tired of surviving but you gotta keep on trying
Hold on!