Deadlight reached to one side with a wing, brushing it under her chin. “If I didn’t know where you came from, I’d wonder how you could be so old and so naive,” he said, in English. Deadlight had picked up the basics of the language almost as fast as she had learned Eoch. He didn’t wear a translator. “We have plenty, and that’s enough. More than enough, really.” He leaned in, whispering into her ear. “Ponies are listening. Let’s not say things we don’t want them to hear.”