The ponies set to watch over her mostly left James to her own devices, so she did her best not to be a bother in return. The ponies coming in and out of her basement changed over the few days she spent there, but not meaningfully. None of them treated her the way her rescuer had. None of them bothered to so much as learn her name. That was all right, though some part of James wished they had. She’d never have admitted that, and certainly not while she had such important work to do.