"The pendant in your bag." She gestured with a hoof. That’s right, she had been looking through his stuff. A rising sense of indignation crept up from within but was subdued beneath the suffering of his fever. God, he was probably not going to be feeling one hundred percent for weeks now. "It fell out. The gem is worked crynthium. Crynthium is a metastable allotrope of carbon, like diamonds. Very rare. I’ve never seen one outside of the Rockology museum of Whinnypeg." She blinked. "It’s a very nice rock."