“We aren’t likely to get a better time for this. The pendant, Heartless,” she asked, hoof outstretched. Handy looked at her for a moment longer before sighing. He picked the pendant from his pack, secured as it was in the small crate that housed his helmet, and tossed it to the waiting changeling. It was glowing bright blue, flashing rapidly once it was lifted out of the crate. Chrysalis was waiting, it seemed.