He stood up, holding himself steady as a brief spell of dizziness robbed him of balance. Forgot about that drawback of being in a hot tub. Dale climbed the rest of the way out of the tub and walked back to the bathtub, dressing as quickly as he could manage. His right arm seemed to be working a little bit better—the pain had subsided from agonizing to annoying but tolerable. He wasn’t sure if it was the hot tub or whatever the nurse had done. Lyra had drawn rays from the normal pony’s hooves; maybe they did something like her telekinesis with their hooves. Something medical.