His thoughts were interrupted by the door again. His white nurse—Redheart—poked her muzzle through the door, and was followed by a shorter grey pony with a curly brunette mane and tail. It was also wearing a nurse’s cap, and had the same markings on its hindquarters as all the nurses he’d seen so far. Is that the white one’s child? he wondered. If it was, he wasn’t sure if he should be troubled that it was here, or inspired by the fact they didn’t think he was a threat.