“I should hope so. He has certainly been gone long enough,” Ghost responded. The pegasi held out a wing as Jacques levitated the packages over. The wing enclosed around them, feathers delaminating and then tightening around them, like gripping sheets of paper between your fingers, before the wing enclosed them to the side of his body. Jacques said nothing, and the four of them stood silently for a minute longer before the strange pair of ponies turned and left without another word.