No; if anything, she had drunk in celebration, toasting the experience. It was an awkward thing to do, after so long spent away from both the bottle, and from believing in the magical benevolence of Equestria. She still felt like she’d only wandered out of the shadows into the penumbra, but the light was visible, at least. Like Luna's falling stars, Honour felt enveloped by the noble ideals she’d once believed in.