"…Éloquent que jamais je vois. I see your eyebrows have recovered." She simply fumed at him, not even noticing Handy. He was trying very hard not to stare at her. She was alive. Holy shit, she was alive! The cream-coated mare stood there, no worse for wear, although her dark brown hair was messy and flat, the colour of the fur of her face more... subdued, ashen somehow.  Her grey eyes had heavy bags under them, and she wore a conspicuous green scarf around her neck, reminding Handy that the bite he had given her hadn't healed the way it should have. "How are you feeling?"