[she's known Pinkie-chan for a while now and she has learned a thing or two about ponies. She watches as Twilight holds the mug in her hoof, trying to figure out how it works but is polite enough not to ask outright. Not at the moment at least.]
Mm. He is. He's our swordsman. [and now he was home, with so much of the journey left to go. She wonders if he will return as she knows him now. She hopes not]
He wasn't ho-- at the house much but I will miss him.
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Mm. He is. He's our swordsman. [and now he was home, with so much of the journey left to go. She wonders if he will return as she knows him now. She hopes not]
He wasn't ho-- at the house much but I will miss him.