Insufferable. Luna whined a bit from where she lay and curled her good hand around her broken wrist. Magical as she was she could not will together her broken bones. That was not how it worked. And certainly not when her mind felt as if it were being circled by flying birdies.
"The first one," she said with more test in her tone than she meant, a tone really harkening back to her older voice. The Royal Canterlot Voice. Medieval. Loud. Steadfast.