She rolled one shoulder, then the other. A bit tight, but perfectly functional. She put weight on one leg. A mild protest, like she’d run ten miles eight hours ago. She stood up completely and felt a tightness around her trunk. She was about to wiggle a hoof beneath her furs before she realized her furs had been stripped off. She looked beneath herself; a bandage was wrapped around her body and bulged with dressings where the earth had tried to stab her. Well. Lucky the unicorn knew first aid. A thin slip of parchment was tied around her fetlock with a bandage.