It was stranger than she would’ve expected. This image was of the pony’s back legs, not the ones that had been broken. Yet it looked as though the filly had two sets of bones. One transparent set in the shape a pony’s bones ought to be, and another far darker outline running around them. Like the scaffolding on a building. Lighting Dust couldn’t be sure, but the flesh all around looked wrong somehow, like the scar tissue the nurse had mentioned.