On his last trip, one of the nurses had told him that Lyra had gone to the male’s room, rather than leave the hospital. Normally, he ran a tight ship—visiting hours were there for a reason—but he hadn’t the heart to toss her out. Dr. Goodall had guessed that this was the ‘Dale’ she had been meeting; since most ponies cleared out of the hospital as fast as they could, he figured she was probably right. It wouldn’t hurt to have a second set of eyes in the hospital room, either. Just in case.