She started out going slower than usual, slightly worried that her apparent well-being was just skin- and sensation-deep, and the second she put herself under some actual stress, she’d fall apart. But to her surprise, her legs beat at the ground in the same way they always had, like pistons, without the slightest crink. Her breathing was slightly restricted from the bandage, but that was it. She sped up to her normal rate, only to fall back to a trot when Amanita yelled out.