She fetched a rag and gently wiped his coat, being certain to ensure the sweat touched nothing but her hooves. The sweat contained the poison and, given how close to death Macintosh had come, this poison would be extremely concentrated. She would succumb quickly to its effect should she come in contact with it. Macintosh's coat had to be cleaned, though, or the poison would eventually seep back into him. He would only be safe for the amount of time that would take. Macintosh wasn't truly out of danger until the sweat was gone. 