Author's Note

This chapter has extensive footnote gags that are best enjoyed by reading the PDF.

All Aboard Alicorn!

Twilight Sparkle sat in her former room in Canterlot Castle after a long day of boring administrative work. She sensed something was off in the room, but could not tell what; it seemed to have an aura of recovery from a party. There simply was an air that something major had happened. Luna looked especially exhausted, trotting around the castle with a goofy grin on her face, occasionally bumping into things. Celestia was exchanging letters with Cadence in the office near her, and she wondered if perhaps she would be back in Canterlot for the next Summer Sun Celebration. Twilight noticed that her mentor gained a satisfied smirk when she saw her sister pass by and they exchanged a knowing glance. Twilight paid it no heed, thinking it was either merely another ritual that she would learn about in due time or one of the quirks that 1,000 years’ separation and several more prior years of jealousy had not destroyed.

At lunch, Twilight went to the in-house restaurant with Celestia, the two of them finding lunch time to be the prime opportunity to discuss the day. Celestia kept her early hours, and lunch was slightly past the halfway point in her daily administration, while Twilight started mid-morning and worked a couple hours beforehand, meaning breakfast banter was out of the question. Dinner was right out of the options, as both princesses had conflicting obligations most nights. The princesses headed for their usual booth in a dark corner with a magically-dimmed window set just high enough to peer into the garden.

“Your majesties,” their waiter spoke to them in a more hurried tone than usual, “something is up with Princess Luna,” fear that she may return to Nightmare Moon still rampant among some of the staff, who looked for any sign she would need to be confronted, “she ordered her food with a delirious smile and seemed to have difficulty walking.” No: no return of Nightmare Moon paranoia here. “She seemed to fall asleep at her place, then teleported away with her food.”

“Have a guard check she is safe in her room,” ordered Princess Celestia. She continued, “when you return, we would like two iced teas, one with extra lemon.”

“Yes ma’m,” the waiter responded before teleporting away.

“Just what is wrong with Princess Luna?” asked Twilight, “I noticed she seemed happily out of sorts this morning.”

“Um...” Princess Celestia had to make an uncharacteristic pause to think before responding, “I was going to have her teach you some advanced lessons in friendship, ones which I could not adequately supply for you. Tonight would have been a good night for such lessons, but it looks like she may be out of commission for those for a couple days, though she otherwise should be back to normal after she naps some. I will ask her when she wakes and relay the information on to you.”

“Just what kind of friendship can you not teach me about?” Twilight asked, perplexed.

Their conversation was interrupted by their waiter arriving and gracefully setting down two iced teas, an enormous lemon covering the top of Celestia’s glass.

“Your sister is safely asleep, with several members of the Night Guard having taken leave in her bedchamber,” the waiter announced.

“Thank you.” Celestia tersely said. “I will have the large feedbag of oats and Twilight would like the biggest sandwich you have: she’s practicing flight until she can manoeuvre in a truly princess-like fashion.”

Twilight would have minded if anypony else, even her parents ordered for her like that, but something about Celestia made her put those thoughts aside. She was not so easily distracted as her mentor.

“So, just what is this friendship lesson?” Princess Sparkle repeated, “Why can you not teach it to me?”

“I cannot ruin the surprise for you,” Celestia said. “You may have figured some of it out. I know your pegasi friends have. The only hint is that it involves your wings.”

Twilight knew that further pressing would simply give circular answers and let the matter drop and put her effort into finishing an extremely large hay and oats sandwich. The rest of the meal was quiet with the exception of chewing from both ponies. The went their separate ways for the afternoon, Twilight looking forward to hearing from her mentor. When Celestia’s usual time to leave to prepare for a dinner arrived without any word from Luna, she started to grow impatient. An interminable hour later, she closed up shop early and went to find Luna. Before she got too far in the corridor, she ran into Celestia.

“My sister requests that your lesson be at a later date.”

Twilight, disappointed, at least knew Luna was awake and went to her still temporary chamber. She found Luna awake writing in a vaguely-familiar tome, seemingly making corrections, Twilight deduced, from the way she kept marking the volume and writing on scrap parchment.

“Just what is this lesson you apparently need to teach me? Does it have to do with the nonsensical address you gave last night?” obliviously asked Twilight.

“Proper care for your wings, the final round,” enigmatically responded Luna, “I would teach you tonight, but I am still sore from my previous night’s research. I will teach you tomorrow, even if it is against my better judgement to teach you so soon. It can be a very physically strenuous lesson.”

Being an alicorn did not increase her aptitude for using magic, but it did increase her magical powers such that she could fill in for the princesses should they be briefly incapacitated. She used that newfound power to teleport back to her old library in Ponyville to ask her pegasi friends if there was any expertise on wing care they have not yet shared.

“Twi—!” Spike was shocked at finding her back so soon.

“I need to find Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. Do you know where I can find them?”

“Rainbow Dash is on the train back from Canterlot; she was at yesterday’s Wonderbolt show. Fluttershy should be in her cottage.”

“Thank you,” Twilight informed him before teleporting back out.

Spike, confused, went back to working on the love amulet he never gave over conflicting desires over to whom it should be given. Rarity, his original crush, was far too mature for him. Sweetie Bell was lovely and nice and similar-enough looking, but was not Rarity.

Fluttershy turned up from her evening cleaning to find the source of the pounding. She galloped over to her door, hoping not to anger the pony at her door by being slow, then hesitated before looking through the peephole and opening it for Twilight. She invited Twilight on in and started preparing tea. The mares simply looked past one another, Twilight wondering what kind of friendship report Celestia alluded to and Fluttershy wondering what Twilight was doing back in Ponyville.

“So, what is this report I keep hearing so much about?” inquired Twi, “Celestia has some top-secret lesson for me that she’s insisting Luna teach me and she mentioned that ‘your pegasi friends’ would have it.”

“Er, we wrote several reports together,” a perplexed Fluttershy said.

“It was worth a shot asking,” bemoaned Twilight as she took a nice, long sip of her tea. “As an aside, do you know of any missing books from my library? One of my old volumes has disappeared.”

With a slight pomf of fright, Fluttershy could not conceal her alarm, since she was a partner in book-thievery. Twilight clearly saw her reaction and debated for a moment whether or not to press the issue. She decided to stay calm and ask again, more interested in getting her book back in good condition than in finding out why Fluttershy turned to book-thievery instead of asking her for it.

“Rainbow Dash has it,” Fluttershy admitted before Twilight got to ask. “I was there as distraction while she pilfered the tome.”

“Why did you two do that? Couldn’t you just have asked me for it?”

Fluttershy’s cheeks turned the colour of Big Mac, “yes.”

“Why would Rainbow involve you in such a task, anyway? She simply could have asked me for the tome.”

“No idea,” Fluttershy lied, glad she had the opportunity to attempt to redirect the conversation.

Twilight nodded her acceptance at that statement and went to finish her tea. She enjoyed it and debated with her- self whether or not to stay the night on Fluttershy’s cottage or to teleport back to Canterlot. Fluttershy seemed tired and seemed to be headed to the hay herself, so Twilight though the polite thing to do would be to excuse herself for the night and spend it in the castle. She disappeared after a brief goodbye in a flash and took stroll of the castle grounds until she became sleepy.

“Hello, Twilight,” she heard Princess Luna call out while she was adjusting the Moon.

“Hello, Luna,” Twilight responded, not sure whether to bring up the fact that she tried to get information about the lesson out of Fluttershy.

“I know of your nocturnal habits and that you’re missing a book. I cannot help you on either of those, but I suggest you look through your telescope tonight. The Moon is invisible tonight and there are a few stars we do not often have the opportunity to see,” Luna said.

Twilight went back to her room and focused her tele- scope at the coordinates Luna suggested. She observed some stars foreign to her charts and penciled them in. She could not help but feel it was busywork, but enjoyable busy- work nonetheless. It at least kept her occupied and was an activity she enjoyed. She went to bed that night and did not remember her dreams, but assumed they were pleasant.

Next morning, Twilight woke with sensitive wings. She tried to get them neatly folded by her sides to be presentable, but they hurt when she tried to fold them. After fumbling to get in, she took a cold shower that was immediately arousing from the sharp sensation of the water on the wings, then dull and businesslike. At least she was now able to fold her wings non-painfully. At work, she was not too distracted until she saw Luna in the mid-afternoon.

By that point, Luna was starting to recover and walking around normally. Twilight was thinking of talking to her, but still focused on her duties as a princess. However, she noticed was surrounded by expectant-looking stallion guards.

“What are you all doing here?” she demanded. “I am perfectly capable of handling myself.”

The guards went along on their rounds, not concealing their disappointment as they left. Twilight, annoyed at the weird pack of guards, went back to work in spite of the dull ache in her lower back. Leaning back to pop a vertebra, she—“OH!” she gasped from the sudden world of pleasure. She leaned back again, to make sure she popped the problematic vertebra, then noted how wonderful it felt rubbing her back against the top of the chair. It was not long until she heard a pomf and was jerked out of her momentary bliss.

Alarmed, she saw that her wings were, once again, un- comfortably stiff. The pleasure from her chair was so much greater than normal because of her wings, not because her back needed popping more than usual. Rubbing her wings felt good, that much she knew, yet she was unsure how else to cure them, short of a cold shower. Near the end of her shift she saw Luna again passing by.

“Help!” Twilight intoned, genuinely needing advice.

“I was going to wait another day to be fully prepared, but you need your lesson now more than you need me to be prepared,” Luna said, immediately assessing the seriousness of the situation. “Finish any tasks you have and report to my chamber.”

Twilight sloppily shelved her projects and made quick notes for continuing her work before trying to fit through the narrow doorway. She almost did not make it and had to call for guard assistance, but first she angled her body through, feeling the doorframe stroke her new feathers in a newfound pleasure. Once out, she gave up all sense of decorum and galloped to Luna’s location, needing to have her emergency lesson.

“Let me help,” Luna said, before using magic to activate the hidden door to accommodate a fully-extended wingspan.

“So, what is this lesson?” Twilight demanded, needing to find out asap so she could deal with her wings on her own next time they refused to cooperate.

“How shall I put it: in technical detail, in vivid imagery, or a practical demonstration?” Asked Luna to troll Twi- light’s curiosity and make her want the surprise more.

“Practical demonstration with technical explanation, please,” responded a slightly bemused Twilight.

“A practical demonstration is mandatory for this lesson, so asking whether you wanted that that or not was purely a formality. I knew you would not have anything other than the technical details and I can see I have kept you waiting long enough. So, Twilight, do you know the mechanics of equine breeding?”

“Er, yes,” Twilight said, puzzled at the question.

“Wing priapisms usually only occur in mares who have been in oestrus for too long without having any relief. When was the last time you mated or enjoyed your hoof ?”

“Um,” an embarrassed Twilight said, blushing and shrinking in her seat, “it’s been a long time, I don’t actually remember when.”

“You have mated, right? At least tell me you hoof yourself,” Luna inquired, genuinely worried for Twilight’s ability to enjoy being a mare.

“Yes! Hoof!” a very defensive Twilight exclaimed, angry about the unprofessionalism of such an inquiry to her personal life. She continued, “I can’t remember any such activities since I became a princess; it is too busy, since I have to work when Spike is out.”

Luna leaned in to nuzzle Twilight as her consolation for being so blunt. However, she would no apologise, since she knew such diagnostic questions were necessary, even if slightly superfluous for a pony well-acquainted with Twilight’s situation. She leaned in to whisper, “My special friendship lesson will solve your wing problem. Relax, dear princess, into my hooves.”

Twilight wordlessly embraced Luna for a hug and felt her body unconsciously relax into Luna’s. She felt her wings remain stiff, but they were now pleasurable instead of a pain on her back. Luna enjoyed having another pony held close to her and the feeling of her barrel challenging Twilight’s for supremacy while their breathing attempted to find a happy medium. She flared her wings to run against Twilight’s, en- joying the sensation of feather-on-feather in a much more platonic way than Twilight could. She listened to Twilight’s heavy breathing into her ear and let her hooves start to run along Twilight’s body after she felt enough time in their hug had passed.

Twilight’s wings quivered with excitement. Luna made Twilight’s ribs aflame with excitement from her hooves, so Twilight decided to mirror Luna’s hooves’ motions around her barrel on Luna’s to impart the same feeling into her fellow princess. Luna took note of Twilight’s naïve attempt to mimic her strokes and gently repositioned Twilight’s hooves onto parts of her body that were more susceptible to pleasure. Although Twilight was awake, Luna used her dream-influencing powers on Twilight to let her know where she liked to be touched to give Twilight a checklist of places to caress so that Luna could focus on pleasuring Twilight instead of teaching her her specifics.

Luna let Twilight move a hoof to her cutie mark and the other through her mane. This felt very good for the established princess, who, in spite of her earlier adventures, still needed of the touch of a pony she knew well. Luna kept her hooves on Twilight’s barrel and flared her wings to envelop Twilight’s and bring them close to her body. Twilight responded in kind by hugging Luna tightly with her wings while continuing to explore Luna’s body with her front hooves. Under the blanket of wings, Twilight scooted close to Luna for extra warmth and felt her left hoof brush one of Luna’s teats. Luna let out a small gasp and Twilight kept rubbing to get a feel for another mare’s teats to see how they compared to her own, which further enamoured Luna.

As her right hoof pulled Luna close, Twilight began to ask, “Luna, since we are like these, shouldn’t it be a good time to...” She trailed off, then instantly moved both her hooves to Luna’s head and kissed her. Luna’s heart beat faster now she really was with some pony special to her, even if a strictly educational foray with the new princess. She felt her marehood ache for connection to Twilight’s lavender body but kept that at bay with the occasional stroke of the hoof. She had to teach first. For this moment, however, Luna returned the kiss with fervour. Twilight first gave a quick kiss, then returned to linger slightly longer before breaking contact. On the third kiss, Twilight kept her lips in place long enough for Luna to open hers and feel Twilight’s warm breath. Twilight used her rear legs to push both ponies over, so Luna was now on her back, when she felt Luna breathing into her. After a few more breaths, Luna used her tongue to tell Twilight to part her teeth.

Twilight gasped at the tongue in her mouth, then cautiously pushed hers against Luna’s. Luna, amused at Twilight’s naïveté, stroked Twilight’s slow-probing tongue with her own, making Twilight lose control of her wings and nearly miss Luna’s ears as her hooves went from holding Luna’s head in kissing position to stopping herself from crashing onto Luna.

Their kiss broken, Luna pushed Twilight off and rolled to her side and decided to give the little bit of anatomy lecture that was necessary.

“Dear Twilight,” Luna started in her overly-formal way, “have you ever read the Mare’s Mating Manual?”

“Yes, princess. I hoped to read about the pegasus parts after my coronation, but I found the volume missing from my library.”

“Oh yes. Two of your pegasi friends sent in a most wonderful friendship report a few months back. Let us say that they have been proving the techniques of the Manual. Also, dear Twilight, you now also are just as much ‘princess’ as Celestia, Cadence, or I. There is no need to be formal with me, especially here and now.”

“I know about the report and who took my book. Fluttershy covered so Rainbow Dash could steal it. Why couldn’t they just have asked me? This is the ‘wonderful friendship report your pegasi friends wrote’ you keep going on about related to the book thievery?”

“It is Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, Twilight. You know them. Rainbow Dash was scared that not only was she an egg-head, she was also romantic. Fluttershy, well, you know her. After this lesson has settled, I will allow you to draw your own conclusions as to whether they are related.”

“I am totally going to make fun of Dash when I charge her late fees for that! Why didn’t Fluttershy just borrow Rarity’s copy? She made love to Rainbow? I’m so happy for them! At least I would be if I had my book back.”

“Here you go,” Luna said as she levitated a large tome from across the room.

“Why do you have it?” Twilight asked as she looked intensely dumbfounded.

“They wanted to return it in good condition without showing themselves, so they sent it with their letter. I wanted to see what changes my sister had made while I was away, as well as add some of my own observations on hoofing it. It turns out not much changes in the world of mating. I decided to make my expanded chapter on the hoof into a separate work instead because the variations are so subtle you do not appreciate them until the five to seven hundred year mark. The tricks still in there now lasted me far longer than the average pony’s life span while I was stuck up there,” explained Luna.

“You’re the author‽” Twilight was too astonished to say anything else.

“Celestia and I wrote it a couple thousand years ago. The pegasi sections are largely my work. I have always loved flying through the night sky. Celestia prefers her luxuries and it considerably more sedentary unless she has to protect Equestria. It must be her powerful magic that keeps her from obesity. We wrote most of the rest of it in equal measure, although she probably has a bit more influence on the rest of it simply because she had the opportunity to have more lovers, thanks to her being more visible, not to mention my absence for the intervening editions.”

“That explains so much about my edition. Large sections were suspiciously like Celestia’s script, with others in a different hoof.”

“Yes, that is also why I did not promptly return it. You have original manuscript. I have no idea why my sister sent it with you to Ponyville instead of keeping it in the secret library.”

“She said she grabbed it from the old castle in Everfree and it was not helping her any. I received it with the instructions ‘it will prove useful once I am close to having taught you all I can. Use it wisely.’ ”

“I will now give you a practical example of its contents to alleviate your winged suffering. First, sit on the edge of the bed and spread your hooves.”

Twilight did so, thankful for the distracting conversation from keeping her wings from bursting. Luna walked in front of Twilight, making the young princess’ body unconsciously shiver in anticipation. Full feeling was back to Twilight’s wings, a tremendous ache that made her feel as if she was inching off the bed toward Luna’s lowering muzzle.

Luna continued to move in closer as Twilight tensed her thighs in anticipation. Twilight could not remember being this horny, where every bit of her ached to be caressed and touched, but her mare hood first and foremost. If it weren’t for Luna blocking the way, her hoof would be firmly in place to relieve the tension. Instead, Luna’s warm breath only heightened it until it was unbearable and Twilight scooted to make her lower lips meet her fellow princess’ lips. Twilight let out a loud hum and Luna gasped when Twilight snapped her legs closed at the touch of Luna’s tongue upon her clitoris.

Luna raised her head out of Twilight’s crotch, “Relax and enjoy.”

Twilight laid back down and opened her legs again, feel- ing her marehood ache more than her wings as Luna took her time. She thought to herself that it was not fair that Luna was more or less immortal and they had vastly different ideas on hurrMMMmmmmmmmmm?

Luna finally made contact again, this time without surprising Twilight with the sensation. She gave Twilight a long lick up her slit, rubbing her tongue over Twilight’s clitoris in a roundabout fashion. She imagined Twilight’s pleasure from having another pony there to enjoy, at least as part on one of her fantasies. Luna loved to use her secret dream knowledge when she could, giving ponies the satisfaction they desired but knew not how to request.

Twilight hummed softly in pleasure, taking in all the details of Luna’s tongue on her lower parts. It was absolutely wonderful compared to her hooves and she was surprised she had not had her orgasm from the first lick. Before her rational thinking was fully replaced with heat and pleasure, Twilight’s last thought was that her orgasm would be unlike anything her hooves, or even a vibrating dildo, could pro- vide. She felt Luna’s tongue part her labia and probe to get the taste of her inner marehood. Twilight felt her clitoris send overload from the surface of Luna’s tongue through- out her body, taking off notice from her wings. She found her hooves on top of Luna’s head, pushing her to become one, at least for a night.

Luna kept up her work, going to ensure Twilight’s wings would allow her to function properly for the next few days. She felt hooves on her head and pushed back slightly out of desire to breathe Earth’s air after so long of sustaining on magic on the moon. Not a spring filly, Luna knew Twilight was getting close, so she zeroed in on Twilight’s reset button to make her forget her troubles. Twilight let out an excited moan from her humming, then bit her lip. Luna had to keep going rather than use the moment to let Twilight know the joys of being loud and risk disrupting Twi- light’s heat. Luckily for both ponies, Twilight was soon on the cusp of orgasm, bucking her hips into Luna and using her hoof to keep Luna’s head in place. Luna pushed hard onto Twilight’s clitoris and circled her whole head making Twilight tremble in orgasm. Twilight’s body shivered and shuttered as her breathing slowly returned to normal as she started to relax back onto the bed.

Luna crawled back into bed to cuddle Twilight for a bit while tending to her own mare needs. She put her left hoof under Twilight’s neck and sent the right hoof to her nether region to stimulate herself for a bit while Twilight recovered. Luna knew that Twilight’s wing problem was solved for the immediate future, but she might eventually need further finality to finish the task she was assigned. She felt her own wings starting to stir as she continued to rub her hoof to enjoy being a mare. Luna buried her head in Twilight’s now relaxed wing, inhaling deeply to enjoy the scent of another pony. She relaxed as she felt Twilight’s body heat radiate from her barrel and wing onto her head.

Luna was distracted when she felt her hoof displaced and replaced. She pulled her head out and opened her eyes to find Twilight’s hoof on her cilt and her hoof carried to- ward Twilight’s mouth. Luna used her magic to reposition Twilight’s hoof for optimal pleasure, then dimly felt Twilight’s tongue on her hoof. Twilight seemed to want a taste, but she kept going at it for some strange reason.

Luna looked to Twilight once she had a reasonable guess at Twilight’s intention to romance her and rhetorically asked, “Who has these hoof fetishes and why are we subject to it in the wrong newsgroups?”

Twilight dropped Luna’s hoof and turned the colour of Pinkie Pie as all energy bolted from her. Before she could roll over to curl up to deal with rejection, Luna swept in with a tight hug. Twilight found Luna’s lips on hers be- fore she had time to think enough to be upset and cry, so she squeezed Luna back to feel the comfort of another pony against her.

Luna kept her lips locked with Twilight’s until she felt Twilight calm down, then slowly broke the kiss and gave Twilight a quick squeeze. She turned to her charge to ex- plain, “Twilight, I did not mean to offend you. Hoof play is very common in ironic stories and pornography. However, it is not actually very pleasurable, given that we do not have many nerve endings in our hooves.

“Some ponies do actually enjoy to play with hooves, but I am not one of them. You seem willing to try, but I can tell you are doing it because you think it should be done rather than because you enjoy licking some pony’s hoof. Now, I have some important things to teach you about being a princess. Mainly: how to use the Royal Canterlot Voice.

“Now, the first thing you need to do is—”

Before Luna could finish her lecture, Twilight locked lips with Luna again. Luna parted Twilight’s lips with her tongue, making Twilight’s wings twitch. Twilight tried to invoke the same reaction in Luna and was instead met with the tip of Luna’s tongue. Twilight pulled Luna in further and placed a hoof at the base of Luna’s wing to stroke it. Luna flared her wings and enjoyed the rush of air then broke the kiss.

“Twilight, this lesson is for you and about you. If it were not such an emergency and we could have waited another day, I could teach you some things about pleasing a mare, but I have mated recently and am still in recovery. Tonight, allow me to pleasure and educate you. We will have many opportunities for you to return the favour in the future. For now, shout!”

“AAA?” Twilight gave a surprised yelp.

“NO! LIKE THIS!”

“HA!”

“Closer. Perhaps if you follow my lead. To get us convinced, we can get excited and into position again. This time we will lie on the bed so that our hind legs interlock and plots touch.”

Luna scooted to the far corner of the bed while Twilight rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Luna rolled to her back and slowly inched to Twilight and lifted her left leg until.

“YESoh!” As their clitorides made contact.

“Twilight, now we buck into one another. Take note of my shouting and try to add to it.”

They pushed together, then apart, then Twilight made a circle with her plot. Luna backed back into it, then made an opposite circle, feeling the sides of her clitoris rub against Twilight’s delicate folds.

“YES! BUCK ME, TWILIGHT!” Rang out when their clitorides touch again, this time Twilight pushed back, basking in the direct connection to another mare. This must be what horn play felt like.

“Yes, this is very good! Keep bucking, Luna!” “Louder next time!”

Luna felt breeze on her wings and she was in overdrive. “SCISSOR ME, XERXES!” Echoed as Luna brought her leg down, hard, to lock pelvic position with Twilight. Twilight fought back, but could not escape Luna’s thighs, so she closed her own and pushed and their clitorides rubbed and “BUCK ME FOREVER LUNA! GO!”

“As you wish,” Luna said in a normal volume, deter- mined to reward herself and Twilight with orgasm for unlocking the Royal Voice.

Luna bucked wildly and Twilight responded in kind, their sex rubbing and sliding and soaking as wordless exclamations started the air.

Sometime, the princesses orgasmed but they almost did not notice ives the din. However, Twilight suddenly felt empty and satisfied and she slowly stopped and pulled away from Luna, who was near comatose. Twilight’s heart started to race again as she had to remind herself that her and Luna’s soaked thighs were a normal part of some mares’ mating. Thinking of being naughty, she straddled Luna, then squeezed her thighs along the sides of Luna’s barrel to dry them slightly and stick their scent all over Luna.

“It is too hot to cuddle,” Luna murmured, “Let us each nap on either side of the wet spot. I have one last mission to guide you through before morning after we recover. You voiced well.”