“Then you are welcome to sit with me as you please,” Handy said, shifting in his cloak. He got back into a quasi-comfortable position so he could get back to sleep, or at least pretend to. The clinking his armour caused the two ponies to tense, but Handy pretended to ignore it, lowering his head as if to doze off again, his hand gently resting on the head of his war hammer, ready to pull it out of its holding at a moment’s notice. He stayed like that for some time until the mare cleared her throat, getting wise to the fact that Handy was in no mood for playing their game by their rules.