Scarlet didn’t even blink as she was told that she might die in delirium, then shrugged. “Well of course I got the head out with the bolt, how else do you think I was going to cast a detection spell on it?” Squirming around slightly she settled herself on the table, squirming around some more trying to get some slight comfort out of the hard surface.

Well, at least she wasn’t dragging the leg along on a dirt road anymore, got to find those silver linings somewhere.

“I can vouch for there being no poison, unless Clover the Clever’s Enervation Exposure spell has somehow become unreliable in the past few years, but judging by the state of their other weapons and assuming the blood in that leg doesn’t dry abnormally fast that arrowhead was rustier than it had any business doing and not falling apart when it hits something. I’d like not to die of tetanus either, to be frank.” She said as she continued her previous train of thought.

“And while I appreciate the impromptu anesthetic, I’m generally not too fond of southern alcohol. I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse.” She assured Nocturne, gently pushing away the offered mug. 

[i]Have I gone through worse?[/i] She wondered, trying to recall points in time where she’d been through worse than a couple ponies playing around in a hole in her leg. [i]Well I suppose there was that one field surgery, nothing quite like watching somepony sew your own leg back together without anesthetic. Though honestly I’m surprised I didn’t pass out from that, painful as it was.[/i]

She cleared her throat slightly, “You were asking what I was doing on this road, no?” She asked rhetorically, “Well, truthfully I’ve no damn idea. When I received that wonderful iron and wooden present in my leg, I grabbed my things and teleported. Honestly I’m lucky I didn’t end up halfway in a tree, what with it being a completely blind teleport, but at that point I just needed to get out of there. So I materialized somewhere about a mile or two back that way,” She pointed with a forehoof at the road through a window, “And dragged myself here. Mainly just looking for work, or particularly strong alcohol, some ponies are way too fond of that stuff in high concentrations. You’d think an alicorn would act more dignified or something.”

Scarlet knew she’d screwed up, generally speaking it was a bad idea to just blurt out that you happened to be a follower of an alicorn goddess and were on a quest to find freakishly strong booze for her, or work failing that. She clenched her teeth slightly and braced for the reaction of the ponies adjacent to her, subtly finding her sword should things go south.