She felt alive. The cloud of alcohol around her brain puffed away like fog before the sun, and she felt the searing pain on her forelegs vanish as the skin knit together. Olivia rose to her hooves, ignoring the guards. She could see her reflection in the polished steel of a cabinet, and she watched as armor formed around her. She felt the weight settle on her limbs one at a time. The guards backed away from her, one actually dropping his spear as the other screamed for help.