“Last time I saw you,” said Bitterroot quietly, “you were sitting on a cliff away from everything making snide comments to our sniper. I scouted, got shot at, chased two ponies through unfamiliar territory, actually got shot, and had the snot beat out of me by an earth pony, all during a sunblasted blizzard. And I’m not even an earth pony! How in Celestia’s name could you be tired?”