Featherbrain glared at her for a moment, clearly thinking of something to say but failing. Her wings drooped in an unconscious signal of defeat. Finally, she nodded. “I . . . I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, to scare him. I’ll stay at the hotel. Even if the rest of the professors go back to Canterlot, I’ll stay. He’s—he’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I want to study him—I need to!” She placed her hooves on the windowsill. “Let me know if he changes his mind, okay?”