Handy sighed as he settled into the comfortable armchair in the living room. The fire had not been lit yet, and Handy was in no mood to go through the stress of lighting it from afar as had become his norm. He looked outside at the gently falling snow beyond his window pane and the birch forest far away. He contemplated going out to clear his head, but thought better of it. He was already tired from lugging a fully grown pony all the way back to his manor. Preferring that instead to the questions raised if he was seen lugging an unconscious Crimson through the city.