Celestia closes the door to your private reading room behind her, then sighs and leans against the wall there. Once you’ve taken a seat, you lean forward, elbows on your knees, and study her. “You’ve been off all day. You almost stuttered, earlier, and I’ve never heard you stutter in front of anypony. Your gait’s all screwy and you’re distracted as hell. I‘m pretty sure most haven’t noticed, but I have. What’s wrong?”