Eventually, he pulled himself up as the numbness receded slowly and warm blood once more flowed freely in the capillaries at his extremities. Once more, for an uncounted time, he thanked God for Heat Source and her craftsmanship, for his head swam and he felt a sharp stabbing sensation in his chest. Something, somewhere in there, was broken. He evidently had taken quite a battering during his fall, had it not been for his armour, he’d have been dead. “I guess…” He rasped, coughing out water and shivering with the chill. “I guess not all ponies are bad…”