Cheerilee paused on the street in front of the embassy to collect her thoughts. At the hospital, it had been easy enough to just imagine Dale and Ka-th-rin as lost foals, in need of simple correction by an adult, but now that he had his own home—and more importantly, a brace of guards at the door—things were taking a more serious turn. What if I teach him something wrong? What if he doesn't learn fast enough to make Princess Celestia happy? Or what if he mispronounces something important at a diplomatic meeting and insults somebody?