The thought of going back to the clinic after saying goodbye felt a little awkward. At the same time, Sounds offer of spending the night in a random ponies room seemed little better. For a moment she looked between the brown stallion and the collapsed bat pony feeling a little uncertain. Sound had been nice enough so far, he didn’t seem like a bad pony and the thestral… well... he didn’t look capable of even standing currently.

Finally she relented, taking Sounds hoof and getting back onto her own.

“It wouldn’t be right for me to take the bed” she replied “It’s his room, he should take the bed. Or you even? I expect you’ve not slept on a proper bed for a long time if you’ve been in the wasteland... I wouldn’t want you to give it up out of politeness”

It was a bit of a struggle but they finally managed to lift the sleepy pony between them. Spark wasn’t particularly strong and had to use her telekinesis to lighten the load a little. As they began to make their way across the room a thought struck her.

“What if he wakes up and finds us in his room during the night?” She asked sounding concerned “Oh I hope he doesn’t react too badly, I’d hate for him to think we stole from him or something like that…” She glanced at the bat pony. He hadn’t seemed particularly violent, then again, her only indication of this was his little speech before passing out.