“Yes, this is glass,” she offered kindly. Somehow it was easier to be kind to pups than to be kind to foals. Perhaps because it was that the little still decidedly reminded her of a companion. Foals just reminded her of responsibility, of lost dreams, of forced confinement. She shook her head. She was determined to never have children, to never fall to the whiles of love. Of course, what Resplendence and Quilyan had was beautiful, and the painted girl loved to watch them be happy, but it was not something she wanted for herself. She wanted to be wild, to be free, to dance to any whim she had and not worry about having to rush home to a young one. And though she had responsibility to the herd, they could live without her, could run in her absence. Herds do not die for the absence of one mare. Foals perish for lack of nourishment. “It's here for protection,' she finished. “The unicorns in the north do not like us.”

Of course, she had guessed correctly. Res would come, but that she would also be frightened. Still, Kahlua was thoroughly amazed by the way that the fallen angel set immediately to work. The docile mare set aside her fright instantly, become Resplendence the Doctor instead of Resplendence the Flighty. As for Kahlua, she always admired the efficiency with which the mare did her job. Nose pushing aside fur, eyes taking in blood and puncture wounds without so much as a flinch. As for herself, Kahlua looked away but still watched from the corner of her eye. Curiosity and disgust mixed into one as the claybank kept poking and prodding, though she did manage to catch the other one's gaze as she asked her last question. Kahlua's mouth thinned into a line of understanding, head nodding. Don't move the pup. No fun. Got it.

And with it was with continued efficiency that the claybank mashed her herbs, spitting out names that Kahlua had never heard before (or had heard and forgotten). And yet, Kahlua's thin mouth could not stay that way for long. Res trying to be stern was inspiring, but also funny. Kahlua smiled. But not for long. She was pulled aside, overwhelmed with questions, and when Resplendence had finished Kahlua did her best to answer them all, trying to be as efficient as the fallen angel. “He was in the Threshold, we walked directly here. He cried sometimes, but only with sudden movements. He seemed ok when we were going slower.” She paused to take a breath. She was trying so hard to be helpful. Kahlua the nurse. It was a laughable effort. “I think it happened a while ago, he said a large male stole him from his family and then left him alone. I guess that's how he got hurt.” Blue eyes looked hopefully to Res. Had it been enough?