User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150814081114

Goldfin: "I'm... glad I could help."


 * Goldfin finds something about this situation a little odd. Kick is finding comfort in her, the mare whom she watched having a meltdown on a fogbound boat? Normally, she, Goldfin, is the one whimpering in the hospital bed. Surely, Kick knows that.


 * What is going on? Is she growing more mature in ponies' eyes? Was she not mature enough before?

Goldfin: "...Oh!"


 * The answer hits Goldfin like a bolt of lightning. Kick and these other ponies trust her! Did they not say so in their letter? She is not their boss as she is to Ironworks, or their patient as she is to Freeheart, or even their idol as she is to Strongheart. She is purely their friend, and these ponies trust her to care for them inasmuch as they do for her.


 * And apparently, she is not letting them down.

Goldfin: "Sigh... Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle..."


 * Flashfire folds her arms and keeps spectating.

Dark Arts: "You do not want to find out."


 * Dark Arts... no, Parlys the Pale steps into his chambers for the first time since his fateful defeat. It is... not the same as he remembers it.