"Yeah." James winced, thinking about the ratty old textbook stashed in her saddlebags. Most of its pages had swollen from moisture now, and some of the ink was smearing. The binding was coming apart from many, many readings, and she'd marked it up so badly in places that she couldn't see the original words. "I probably would." They were close enough now that she could see a handful of ponies watching them. The cherry trees offered refreshing shade, making it easier to breathe. Not that Dust's answers had made her feel much better.