To her surprise, the changeling nodded. They stopped together outside the burrow, Ocellus’s antennae drooping and her wings folding flat to her back. Despite what she’d said, she seemed disappointed to find her burrow had been visited. Or maybe just nervous about what they would find inside. “I already believe you, Sarah. It’s my uncle you have to win over. If you want to stop lots of changelings from dying, then probably you have to convince my father too. After everything he saw on the surface, that won’t be easy. Ponies are so determined to stay primitive…”