She rubbed her forehead and let out a small breath, the only concession she'd give to her fatigue. Her stomach let out a strained noise to protest her hunger but she ignored it. She had to remain vigilant. From what she had learned about the tournament, the Mistress was seeking her out, which meant there had to be ponies in skymount looking for her, especially if Master had escaped her grasp with her doppelgänger in toe. She couldn't afford to be seen there, not when she had an advantage allowing her to remain beyond the mistress' reach.