Marvy
The remains, in a box, jostled with unsettling warmth as Giosetta headed to the stables. It was a small box, granted, and one disguised as feed for animals, but she hurried nonetheless. Once inside, her task was simple. Her homework (as per usual, lifelong) was completed earlier, and the surgeon headed to the stall of the strongest non-royal horse in the building. She entered, held her hand out with a prayer that the horse wouldn't sense her intentions (or just her vibe - it usually pissed animals off), and she touched its face. It was uneasy, but hadn't reared back or made a fuss. Okay. After closing the stall behind her, she bent and opened the box, causing her to pause and shut her eyes for a moment at what she'd been toting. Without any further hesitation, she grasped the horse's front leg above the hoof, placed her hand into the box and her body lurched with an unavoidable gag, as well as a surge of her mutant ability.
The horse fell into the wall and the other animals began to bray and whine, or bleat. But nearest the doctor was a smaller sound. A cry. A baby's cry.