This was much more severe than Brindle had imagined. As the story continued, his heart grew weary for the soul in front of him.' Oh Yarikh...This poor Pony...' Brindle thought to himself, feeling the fear eminating from his patients body. It made him shiver.
"Oh...sweety..." She said, going up to Lost Soul, and giving her a hug."Snivel is sorry make mare sad..." He said, curling around one of Lost Souls hooves. As he snuggled against her, two more small ghost joined him, one sporting what looked like a horn, and the other a pair of wings.
"Sizzle can help!" Said the winged one.
"And so will Popper." Said the horned spirit, curling up in her tail.
Storm Lily smiled at the sight, as her small friends tryed to make Lost Soul feel better.