Ellie freezes in Glimmer's arms, then grits her teeth together, squeezing the harness as Artichoke comes to a stop, ruffling up his feathers and giving an unhappy grumble. Dude can read a room.

"I could have," Ellie says stiffly, and swings her leg over from the front, lets herself drop down Artichoke's side, reaching up to hook the reins to the harness, and hold up her arms to help Glimmer down. She doesn't make eye contact.

"But I didn't. And no. I'm not. If I wanted her dead, she'd be dead."