Bitterroot looked at Gale, who shrugged and scowled. If she was being honest with herself, Bitterroot had a hard time sympathizing. Oh, she tried — she was a pegasus, too — but flying just wasn’t all that important to her. Missing flying would a bummer, but not much else. She couldn’t even imagine going that mad if she went blind. Still, everypony was different, and at least Gale wasn’t slowing them down.