She had just laid there for a while, not quite believing he would let her live. Sure, he did just trot off and leave her on her own in the bottom of a dank cave underneath incredibly ancient ruins and at the mercy of whatever floating crystalline abomination next floated in from the room above them. But that was still better than what she had expected. He was out of sight now – she couldn’t hear the clop of his hooves on the broken floor tiles nor could she see the light of his horn. Even with her superior dark vision, he was now too far away for that to matter. He had been so… well, no. Angry wasn’t the proper word for it. He had been such a confusing whirl of emotions: shock, horror, anger, outrage, betrayal, and a thousand and one other distinct feelings and variations all coalescing in a little storm around him. Then it became something else, something she wasn’t sure she had a name for. It was unfamiliar but… cold all the same. He crushed all other feelings in preference for it and she had been sure it would have resulted in her death. It didn’t.