In response to his beckoning, a few of the Rock-phase ponies hesitantly stepped forward, wary of any remaining fumes. They made it to the edge in fairly short order, and then hoof-handled down Ignacio's plank to span the gap across the trench, between the raised gallery and the lower sand-pit floor. With a huff, the old batpony mage shuffled his way down the bridge, leaning on his crutch. The quaternion parted down the middle to allow him room to get to Marcos, whose breathing had grown shallow and pained.