"Well, maybe I could use a break," she said, not minding the excuse, and set her things down carefully before taking a seat near the pony. It was nice to have time to just sit and talk without having to worry about what you were saying and how the Daligig or Stacey would interpret it.

She shook her head to Applejack's question. "It's not so much. I'm a weaponsmith, so I'm used to heavy loads. I'm looking for a forge out here, so I can ply my trade. Even the best blades need maintenance, after all.

"But in any case, it would be rude to ask your help. I wouldn't want you to strain your wound!"