Olivia didn’t answer for several seconds. She made a show of inspecting the injury—though in reality, she had no idea, and no amount of staring would make it clear to her. “I’m not a doctor,” she answered. “But I’m sure we could. Forerunner has performed delicate surgeries. If you free me, I’ll show you what he did to my hooves. Well… my left hoof. The implants haven’t yet been replaced in the right.”