The haze of her flattened state made focused thought difficult, to say the least. All she could remember was a loud revving noise, followed by a gust of wind, and then… what happened? Was it only a few minutes? Less… more? It was nearly like sleeping, if anything. A few faint sensations did clue her in that she wasn’t out in the cold any longer, but beyond that… wait, what was that? Something on her lips? Something… her thoughts soon cleared as her head popped back to an unflattened state, cheeks swollen with air. Hardly an unfamiliar sensation to her, at least, beyond the numbness across the rest of her body. She blunk a few times, her eyes refocusing…
 
The pegasus found it difficult to quell some faint shivers in his hooves as he laid himself down atop the flattened earth pony mare, feeling her flattened coat pressing into the airfilled floor under his added weight. He paused for just a moment, less out of nervousness and more… just trying to figure out how he was going to go about this. Last few times he’d reinflated a flattened pony, their head usually did have at least some shape left to it, rather than being as flat as the rest of them. Well, maybe just getting the head reformed wouldn’t take that much pressure, maybe. He could hope, at least… drawing in a deep breath, he pursed his lips, pressing them against those of the Cellist and starting to huff away. Much to his relief, her cheeks and muzzle swelled out rapidly enough, the rest of her head regaining shape in much the same manner as the chamber of a pooltoy - granted, this particular one did have a much softer and oddly-shaped ‘valve’ for puffing into. Drawing in another breath, he started puffing again, feeling the air starting to press down to the rest of her body…
 
This was certainly one of the odder situations she’d found herself in this month - and that’s saying a fair bit, considering how much plaid she’d borne witness to only a week or so earlier, whether fabric or vinyl. All the same, being inside what she could only describe as a very small and oddly-shaped bounce house, pressed into the floor while flat as a blanket, and receiving steady puffs of breath from a golden-coated pegasus laying atop her, the current circumstances were the least bit difficult to properly comprehend. And yet, as each puff from the pegasus pushed more air into her flattened body, returning feeling to her swelling limbs, she found her gaze softening. Well, suppose they don’t mean any harm, if they’re doing this for her… and she had to admit, now that she could actually feel it, the soft, swollen interior of the vehicle did feel quite comfy, especially as the air flowing around inside of her tickled and pushed her hide more firmly against it…
 
Perhaps she could do with a bit of a, eheh, breather…