There was a deep that sigh left his nose, a mixed sign of both happiness and sadness. Happiness for that the mare that had found her place as she did, but sadness for himself. For he didn't had such a good group of friends as that she had gained over the course of time. Most of them only did it for the bits and just to say they were friends with 'the' Fancy Pants from Canterlot. He would just love it to stand in her horseshoes, or next to them as the idiom goes.