[She turns back to her dear friend, gripping tightly onto the edge of the chair she was about to sit in.]

That was five years ago, Twilight, and I wasn't exactly a fast learner back then neither.

[Her bounsweet looks up at her, giving those same concerned chirps as when she first saw her trainer stumbling down the street. It prompts a gentle sigh from the blonde, giving her a stroke on top of her leafy head.]

It ain't your fault, little one, don't you fret.