“Until then, we’re going back to Othar. Dorothy, guess you have what you need for that cure now. Finish it. Melody, figure out what those slave ponies need and whether they want to join us in Othar or not. And soldiers?” She turned to face them. “I don’t know what plans you and Olivia had cooked up. I won’t get in your way, except for one thing—unless Othar is being invaded by an army, you are not to kill a pony. Other than that, you keep working on what you’re doing. You can catch me up on things when you feel like you have time.