Hallowed Eve didn't seem to notice any of that, too transfixed on what she was doing, or... what she just learned about his horn in particular. "That isn't a simple sticking charm. That's an honest-to-Celestia suppression ring. But, with the plaster- that would mean..." She said, more to herself in shock, as her eyes darted between his horn and his functional wings, which rustled irritably against his side.