The remaining nub of her horn seemed like it was pretty much unchanged from where it had started, but it’s exact condition was hard to make out through the two-toned glow it was sporting: half red from heat, and half purple from her own magic aura. As for the mare it was attached to, all she could manage was to look up to where her new horn used to be with a heartbroken groan and some fresh tears before slumping to the ground, the exhaustion of the failed restore process taking it’s toll and rendering her unconscious.