Handy was at a loss for words. After the festival at Haywatch had wound down, he had gone looking for Crimson to see where she had gotten off to, perhaps explain things to her in kinder words. When he didn’t find her at the alchemist guild, he tried one of the libraries, then another, and another, and still another. Then he tried Klipwing before he remembered his manager had fucked off back home for the holidays, upon which he tried Jacques. Once Jacques was done explaining away the mysterious griffoness in his hilariously tiny Skymount home, to which Handy could only give the swordspony a disapproving look and a sigh, it turned out he hadn’t seen the mare around either.