Celestia turned to see Raven at her Prench doors, a questioning look on her face. Celestia turned back to take one last look at the street, a small motion catching her eye. It was a lemon-yellow filly, waving a hoof up at the balcony. Celestia waved back, before stepping away from the low stone border. “Dale will do fine,” she said, walking past Raven and into her sitting room. “He and Lyra get along quite well. But I worry about Kate.”