I can't feel my hoof.
I can't feel my hoof.
Okay. Calm down, Twilight. You've lived for more years than you've bothered to count at this point. You've faced down world-ending threats before.
Keep.
Your head.
Cool.
I can't feel my hoof.
Well pull it out then, idiot.
But I can't.
Like, it's stuck.
The harder I pull, the more it feels like I'm about to tear it clean off.
The void that's consumed my limb tightens further.
I suck in a breath and feel for its edges. Or whatever equivalent it has to them.
Bingo.
My hoof comes free.
But it's the least of my worries.