They kept walking, but Amanita’s wheezes slowed to gasps slowed to regular, if somewhat labored, breathing. Catskill didn’t even need to look at her to know that her hooves were falling less heavily. It wasn’t long before she half-trotted up next to Catskill, staring up at the Palace. “You’re sure the Crystal Empire’s four days away? It looks a lot closer than that.”