“She didn’t belong out here,” continued Catskill. Being able to talk to somepony made her feel better, just a little bit. Maybe she could hide it, she told herself. She hadn’t known she was undead, so what were the odds of somepony else knowing? But she only felt a little bit better. “She was like some… sheltered rich kid who’d only seen the wilderness in books and plays, you know, where the valiant heroine always manages to live off the land yet uses lipstick rather than chapstick.” She paused, making sure her words were getting out right. “She didn’t know just how bad the weather could get. I mean, I offered to help take her to the Crystal Empire and she tried to blow me off. She was turning down help, in this land! Can you believe that? Oh, and she-”