Make a Wish

"How are you feeling?"

"Oh, I'm okay. Just a crushed hoof. It doesn't even hurt that much." It was true. Lyra could sense no pain in Roseluck's eyes.

Caramel stood beside Lyra in the Canterlot hospital, visiting the ponies injured in the gala room. They were calling it the Spotlight Massacre now, and the massacre was now forcing Timeturner to walk around with his clipboard at rapid speed, because there were so many new patients.

"Make sure not to step on it too much," Lyra murmured, half-kidding and half giving advice.

"Try wishing for it to heal," Caramel joked. The minty-green unicorn had told him all about her wish, and how he'd come at that exact time. She added that she wasn't going to wish on the bench again... Just to stay safe. Because you never know when you wish upon a bench and you end up with at least fifty injured ponies and changeling guts on the wall.

No more wishes.