“Oh you know, when we first arrived at Spurbay…” He let it hang, comprehension dawning on Handy in all its horror. “And you said if I ever saw you willingly drink pony blood…” Handy felt sick, his stomach growling as he lay back down on his seat. Joachim and him were silent for a few tense moments before he turned over to face the back of his seat, letting out a sigh of defeat and another groan of agony.