“It’s a human thing. Look, pick someone else.” Handy clicked his teeth as he worked, thinking hard. “How about Welcome’s son?” Handy asked, referring to the dark blue unicorn with the fireplace cutie mark. Warm Night had been doing the rounds of the prisoner pens, keeping everyone’s spirits up. He had a comforting demeanour and a strong voice that reassured many of the weaker-willed slaves. He had made his way over to the two of them once or twice. Turned out he greatly regretted not seeing his dad more often, especially after Handy had told him that Welcome thought he had just left town altogether.