Apparently satisfied that he meant no harm, Twilight looked back at him. He felt Lyra shifting her weight, and watched as she stood. She rolled slightly against him as she got her left foreleg out in front of her body with her knee bent, lifted her chest up to get her right leg out straight, and then pushed up with her hind legs. He’d never paid much attention to how real horses did it, but if it was that much effort, no wonder they hardly ever wanted to lie down. 