What happens when you're conjoined to someone that's significantly more brave, or more timid depending on your POV, than you are, you've both got the controls, and the ground is rushing up waaaaaaay faster than it should?

The unicorns are not only adapting to this conjoined existence, but a very rugged life, and not all of them are doing it that well. Poor Candlelight is especially out of her element, especially when they start scattering out in groups of one or two pairs to scrounge for supplies, information, or anything to help with the overall plan.