The filly met her gaze with empty eyes. She didn’t resist, didn’t even squirm under Dust’s grip. Dust had seen that expression only once—on the face of a veteran of the solar guard, when he had explained what Tirek had done to the rest of his battalion. Lucky looked that way. She clung like a foal might, which wouldn’t have bothered Dust just then except that whatever she was wearing made her grip like an earth pony. She groaned, adjusted herself a little so Lucky wasn’t grabbing her ribs. Pegasus bones were strong, but not that strong.