“W-Well, uh…” Night burped. “I know but— Uh, you was, were, right, and I just wanted to say… thanks.” Warm looked at the ground. “I had forgotten thosh closest to meh an, and I… It uh took me being enslaved and beaten over the head by ah, ah, you uh… whatever you are, to fully realise it.” He looked down at the cup he had magicked over to the shed with him, thinking. “And some ovvah fings as well…” Handy sighed as he looked at the forlorn equine before him. He was in a better state than he was this morning, bandaged head aside, but this was clearly troubling him. Handy knew what to say.