You’d expected a question like that, but actually thinking about it sets you back, “Well let’s see...I met her my second day after being here. I’d was getting interviewed by the Royal Guard and I saw her when the princess took me to get something to eat on my lunch break.” You chuckle a bit and look over at the nearly unconscious pony, “I just remember seeing her friendly grin out of a crowd of shocked faces.” The memory brings with it a rush of emotion; fear, sadness, and loneliness as well as hope, joy, and companionship, “Her hair was a mess and she looked like she’d just ran a marathon—”