“No.” She still didn’t slow. “I’m telling you the price of my help. I still don’t understand what you want me to do—but how good a job do you think I’ll do if I have their deaths on my conscience? I’m already going to have to live with one.” She looked up, towards the mare she was carrying. “Dust took care of me when nopony else would. You think I’m going to let her die? And that.” She pointed with one hoof. “That’s me. How fucked up would I have to be to leave myself to die?”