The nurse shrugged. “Spell failure, is what the pegasi who brought you in said. They pulled you out of the reservoir. I just checked in on a unicorn who got hit in the head by a chunk of wood—he’s pretty much ok, but he’s going to have a tartarus of a headache for the next day or so—and I came back in to see if you were conscious yet.” She moved closer to the bedside. “How do you feel?”