“Good day,” she muttered automatically. He could feel her eyes on him as he walked out the door. She’d be a little suspicious that the story had been dropped in her lap, but as soon as she took a trip down to the train station, it’d be confirmed—well, assuming that the stallion who took the message revealed the contents. He wasn’t supposed to—but Fancy Pants guessed that this was gossip too good to pass up. He smiled inwardly. The first half of his mission had been accomplished; now he had to tell Lyra before the guard made it to the hospital.