Honour’s unicorn squadmate was sitting, almost indecently, spread-eagle on the opposite bench, with her hind hooves hooked under the bottom of the seat and her forehooves groping for any kind of purchase on the seat-back. Facing towards the rear of the carriage, she was puffing her cheeks out with every breath like she was experiencing contractions as she alternated between shutting her eyes for sheer terror and forcing them open to avoid nausea.