Morning Glory sniffed dryly but withheld from antagonizing them further. She was not a stupid mare. The noble lady needed them to like her, and to want to keep her around. She was a lady of the the court after all; getting ponies to like her (genuinely or not), was her specialty.
Morning Glory tipped her head to the side, looking pensive as she smoothed her disheveled skirts and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "I was able to recover you unscathed, and I understand you were preoccupied. Let us move on." She then turned to Fatal Flight. "If you would be so kind, I would be ever-so in your debt." That might have been the first genuine sentence the mare had spoken to any of them. It was a soft, leveled statement, but it was becoming clear that the mare was fearful of her fate. Her horn glowed a pale green as the harness was lifted off her back and shoulders. The cart was ritzy, but it was also thankfully well-built and the harness and straps were all exquisitely padded and cushioned for comfort.
Her gaze came to rest on the blood still staining the pegasus's feathers. "Might I,", she started, then cleared her throat to speak more clearly. "Might I offer you some assistance? I can provide some healing magic, if you would like." Morning Glory could either remove the pain without healing, heal the small exit wounds, or simply imbue the mare with extra energy for a few hours. Were her attention brought to Arty, she could restore his health as well.