The human settled on one of Celestia’s many lush pillows. He buried his face into the soft fabric. Celestia could only assume the copious drinking earlier was catching up with him. He held it together throughout dinner pretty well until he started picking fights with Shining Armor. The human was undoubtedly trying to goad the stallion. His violent ego and Shining Armor’s sense of honor would inevitably clash. She would have to be extra watchful of the human around her soldiers.