Celestia looks up at you, then, giving her sister’s nose a chance to smell the ink instead. “I’ve been helping raise fillies for a long time, Anon. My students always started young. I very much enjoyed it, and I’ll happily do so again, even if I won’t get to see her grow.” She looks back at the page. “It’ll be nice to call one my own, no matter how unusual. My… little princess.” Ah, there’s her eyes swimming.