"I am sure it can't be so bad." I pet his head, if only to get some revenge for earlier.
"But I am not." Says Ross, still uncomfortable, "When I worked at a mining company I saw some nasty panic attacks."
"I don't know, I act like worse could happen." Adds Kublai. "I'm medic."
"Amber?" I ask her for help.
"Come on, guys," She passes a hoof over my withers and pulls me closer, "What's the worse that could happen?"
They don't answer.