Remus closed his eyes at her touch, and nuzzled her cheek gratefully. "I'm okay, I'm okay." He wasn't, not as long as the foals were unconscious, but clear heads were needed, not anxious, flighty worry warts.
Images assaulted him of horses lying on their sides, heaving for breath as sweat glistened on their coats and they moaned for water. Little foals dizzy and unable to stand as they were consumed by fever. Mares collapsing, but not from birth pains. Remus watched every detail from his memories, and finally opened his eyes, breathing less labored.
"We've got to keep them cool," he offered quietly. "Keep them partially in one of the nearby streams. If they start to shiver, take them out again and keep them warm. What do you think?"