“Uh-huh.” Bitterroot leaned over to get a better look at the hole in Catskill’s side. Rather than shuddering or acting disgusted, she just frowned, as if the fact that the pony in front of her had a hole in her body was an out-of-place puzzle piece. “Can I ask you a few personal questions?” asked Bitterroot. “You can say no if you want.”