"Tinder, you live in Ponyville." Foxtrot abruptly adds. "That's quite the trip for something like that. Look, I can patch you up myself which will hold you over for now. Or I can watch your bag while the medics fix you up, make sure it doesn't get any more ruined." Mentioning ruined, the unicorn looks down to find his entire jacket torn to shreds, pieces of armor missing entirely or scorched by the blasts of magic. "Ugh, I hope the safehouse is stocked."