I reach the front desk, shifting my grip on Derpy. She makes a small noise; I think she's too tired to be embarrassed. She's not asleep like Dinky, but she's got her full weight on me, completely slumped. I'm real fucking glad these pastel mini-horse things don't weigh nearly as much as an actual horse. Sturdy or not, Pegasi weigh even less than the already pretty light Ponies; and the arm holding Derpy is thankful.