Now that the sickly colt was properly asleep and his coat was clean, Zecora went to mix the potion to deal with his other problem. As she mixed, she considered the events of the last half-hour; certainly she would have been extremely worried if anypony else had been poisoned, particularly a friend. Likewise, curing them of their affliction would please her no end, as such a thing rightly should, but her reaction when it had been Macintosh's life on the line was far beyond worry and pleasure.