"I'm glad you think so. I hope that, if and when the situation reverses, I will think the same way about a human form."

She had spent hundreds upon hundreds of years as a pony, winged and horned and quadrupedal. As much as she believed she could adapt easily, privately Celestia questioned if she would handle that change as well as many of the people here had handled their own changes.

She did hope she would have the chance to try.

"Besides, the outer shells are nothing compared to the inner similarities."