[Thankfully, the roof of the hospital has stair access, for those ponies who are neither pegasi nor ninjas. Sometimes there were reasons to get up here... such as when the patient you want to talk to is sulking on the roof watching his potential lynch mob.

Being as she'd spent the prior day settling on the look she would have when she followed the turtle as his parole officer, she wasn't early enough to beat the angry ponies here. Thankfully, though, she could slip into the hospital undetected, stepping quietly on the roof next to the former turtle.

Even if her appearance was blatantly familiar, it's the voice that is likely now permanently mired in Don's memory by this point that makes it more obvious.]

The pain will lessen with time. What has been done is in the past, and time indeed heals all wounds, however slowly. They forgave us, after all.