You crouch down next to her as she focuses on your phone. Her horn and your phone glow the same shade of now-familiar magenta. She grits her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut as the brightness grows. After several seconds, she widens her stance, and her wings flare out for balance, giving you a face-full of purple feathers. By the time her whole body is trembling, you’re thinking maybe you should call it off after all.