The nameless pony gimped into the library only to be met by a pegaus whose attitude was as bright as her hide. She swooped down close to him with a worrying expression. He simply smiled modestly admiring his collection of wounds.<br/><br/>"Why yes." he groaned weakly with a smile "I... I suppose I am."<br/><br/>His voice was soft and frail, but not from weakness, more from shyness. He blushed at feeling as an inconvienience and his ears dropped in guilt.<br/><br/>"I don't want to bother." he said softly "But I am hurt badly... do you know where I can see a doctor?"