Flurry Heart sat up, wiping away anything left of moisture from around her face and fluffing up her mane with her magic. Thanks to Forerunner’s hard work earlier, she could almost feel like herself again. “You’re… Ocellus, right?” Flurry asked. “You don’t have to pretend to be a pony around me.” She looked down, pawing at the carpet. “Us left-behinders should stick together.”