The one thing I could say for sure was that SteelHooves' armor was completely out of healing supplies, and apparently had been since partway through Zebratown. The stallion was keeping himself going on painkillers and combat drugs, most of which were also nearly depleted. What had he been planning to do when those ran out?

Hell, one of his legs was broken in multiple places. The armor was holding it together like a cast.

"Not okay," I told him sternly, feeling like I was wearing Velvet Remedy's horseshoes. He said nothing. "If you're in trouble like this, you need to tell us!"

"I'll be fine," he finally said. But I noticed he wouldn't look at me when he said it.

Fallout: Equestria Chapter 37