[The pony... sighs, letting her solid assertiveness lapse as she lowers her head slightly. Equine though she might be, the lines of her face and body speak of a very human tiredness.]

I suppose it was foolish of me to ask. You have changed less on the outside than the last person I saw give herself to darkness, and yet I still cannot trust whether your words are truly yours.

[She looks up at him, slightly, pain hidden in the back of her eyes.] Can you?