Honour still hadn’t pointed out to her that she wasn’t in an all-unicorn regiment anymore and that she ought to share her utility spells. Things got a little busy after the last time in the Rookery; it had slipped her mind. But if this was Pony Physical Training, that mini-levitation cantrip she was using would get her a sharp rebuke from the sergeant in charge of the exercise. Since it wasn't, though, Honour was just satisfied she'd found a way to not completely collapse once they reached their destination.