Lyra turned her head as she heard the room’s door click open.  Nurse Redheart had already left.  Dale had dragged a chair over to the window and was looking outside with a frown.  She couldn’t really blame him.  Had their positions been reversed, she’d probably want to do some meditating.  It might be harder for him with more ponies in the room, she thought. She’d grown used to meditating in the small rock garden out behind the house she shared with Bon Bon—a habit learned from her maestro—but sometimes even that was too noisy, and she retreated to a hill outside Ponyville.  Maybe she could lead Dale there, once the doctor said he was healthy enough to leave the hospital.