Picking up a jar in her teeth, Zecora casually stitched together an analysis spell as she paced over to them. The result was subtle, simply falling over the two of them to check their status. The side effects, though, were blatant, as grey lines shone through her fur where they twisted around her body like clouds and spiderwebs.

"Apply this paste
To your burns with haste," she said, pushing the jar of unguent into Greg's hands. Then, she turned to the wall, plucked a dreamcatcher off it, and with a flick of her head lobbed it straight into San's ribcage while she pondered the results of the spell.