Nehaalista had entered the infirmary with the quiet click of hooves that regularly announced her passing. The alien technology didn't have the same oomph of rightness healing with the Light (in so far as Nehaalista could heal, anyway, which Lovisa had a good chuckle at, once upon a time)but even sore legs needed something. So Nehaa had prayed that perhaps there would be some sort of pain killer to keep her from grimacing through another round of training in the morning.

The baby's laughter startled her a bit, and she paused to observe Rory, her tail's tip tapping against her leg.