Dale crouched down to get a closer look at her. She seemed thinner and lighter than the other ponies he’d seen so far, although it was kind of hard to judge. When Lyra had landed on him, she’d been a lot lighter than he’d imagined she would be. He wondered how they’d feel about being picked up. He’d be tempted to try if his right arm wasn’t injured. She had a sort of sad puppy expression; whether that was because she’d been collateral in the argument, she didn’t like hospitals, or she was just normally that way was a question that he couldn’t answer. Nevertheless, he felt a strange comfort in her proximity.