Artemis’ eyes turned towards the brown pony walking alongside their VIP. If Glamerspear's exhaustion was clear to her, and she felt she had a good hypothesis about what was going through Ebonshield's mind, the way Honour slowly but resolutely slogged her way up the shadowy, winding passageway from the Cave of Pillars left her completely in the dark. It was hard to distinguish the corporal’s current behaviour from her usual laconic attitude. 