Now that she could breathe normally, Rarity attempted to stand again, this time minding her injured leg. Once on her hooves she tried putting weight on it, which hurt, but not as much as she first feared. She took a few cautious steps, gingerly placing the tip of her hoof on the ground before setting the rest of it down. Rarity felt as though she could trot, but probably not very far; nor very fast without a bit of rest in between. Rarity looked above her for any sign of the spell which brought her here. 