Jacques considered pressing further but shrugged it off. “Well, if you are so stubborn, I’ll be getting some shut eye myself.” The swordspony shifted his sword belt so that the sheathed blade would lie across his stomach as he lay back on his side of the compartment to sleep. Ordinarily, Handy would be annoyed at how a pony could possibly find such a position comfortable enough to sleep on, but he had other things on his mind. The hours droned by. He heard both ponies snore their way into happy oblivion, leaving only him awake, leaning on the table of the compartment, wondering.