"Doctor Whooves," he muttered. "Are you a doctor... or at least... somepony who can help her?" he motioned to Night Light, who was laying on the ground.
Doctor Whooves shrugged, wishing he was a unicorn or something so he could help. He shook his head. "I don't know," he murmered. "But enough about the past. Back to the present. Who can restore her magic?"