The boom of a distant firearm (a blunderbuss?) jolted her from her memories. Yes, that particular unicorn might have killed her. Yes, she might have spontaneously been resurrected. But now, she felt fine. She was alive. Might as well keep living. “First, gotta repair the shelves.” She walked over to one of the broken items, she focused on the feeling in her hooves, making sure it felt the same. One of them felt too tight. She looked at it. “Hellooooooo…” Bandages were wrapped around her lower leg. “I know I didn’t put those there.” She didn’t need them, at least not for climbing. She unwrapped them; they felt too constricting.