"Bridleburgh," she answered, as if Handy was supposed to know where that was. But hey, it wasn't Canterlot, and it wasn't anywhere where he and any unfortunate magical explosions had been recently, so it was immediately the better option. The question answered, he allowed himself to relax, the fever still kicking his ass even if it was receding. He suppressed his auspex, the pain and effort that caused preferable to the pain suffered by letting it run loose while his body was being ravaged. The carriage remained comfortably quiet after that, and at some point he drifted off without meaning to.