Dust wasn’t sure what to make of that. Something to do with the abuse this pony had suffered? Dust bent down beside her, meeting the filly’s purple eyes. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice firm. “I don’t know where you came from, kid, but you can forget about whatever they told you. You do matter.” She touched her lightly with one of her wings, before rising and turning away. “You get yourself settled in. I should go to work. Can I trust you not to try and leave?”