Three Sentence Ficathon

He leaves them the horses, still lashed to the cart, even as he takes Hector's body away, and Andromache finds herself in the stables, brushes their manes, whispers to them the way she had seen Hector do.

They nudge her hair, blow their breath against her shoulders, stamp a little but not hard enough to scare her, and she leans against one of their broad sides, tries to catch her breath, tries to understand anything again, tries to know how much everything has changed.

The horse tries to eat her hair a little.