“It’s…” You finished the terrible round with a dry hack, swallowing hard. Eclipse hopped off of the bed, trotting to a table on the other side of the nightstand and poured water from a silver pitcher into a cup just as resplendent. “It’s fine,” you said, snatching the cup from her hooves in the blink of an eye as she returned and downing it faster than you did the berry juice they had at the mess hall.