Her smug grin turns into an elated squeal when you hoist the bundle of pegasus into your arms and clutch her to your chest. For a precarious moment you’re not sure you can manage the awkward pose she insists on holding and she instinctively throws out a steadying wing. Eventually, you manage to get a firm grasp and squeeze her hard enough that her sense of security returns; her wing folds—fully entrusting her carriage to you.