Two nights at the Two Arches; two nights following two skirmishes. One against a twosome of bears, and one against a lone pony. One where she recovered greatly, and one where her mental state decayed without stopping. Naturally, that clear-cut juxtaposition didn’t go over Sweet Pint’s head, who immediately perceived something off about the princess after she rose early from a sleepless night. Food had been declined, and coffee was a no-sale.