“It’s pretty simple,” Lucky said, rising to her hooves and walking away from the table. She couldn’t help it—she had to be moving again. Learning about Olivia’s survival had not changed that. If anything, it only made her anxiety worse. At any moment, she might be interrogated, reveal the truth about Othar and its ponies, and lead an army here. Incredibly unlikely, given Olivia’s resistance, but there was no way to be sure. Nightmare had captured her, so why not extract information as well?