"N-no! No, they... used to help me. And still do! They didn't even mind so much when I bumped into things, or make a mess, or get stuck. But, I guess I do it so much, they got... tired of it. That's okay, though, I get it. I don't mind. I always get myself down or clean up, eventually." Derpy responds, watching my hands. I think. Hard to track where she's looking from this position, but the smile on her face fades slightly.