As they fell together through that bright birthday morning, as he tried to tell her what he'd wanted to for years, as she put a hoof to his lips and softly smiled, something changed between them. Not what he was hoping, not what she was fearing, but something. He would still pine, and she would still smilingly let him; his scales would still blush bright as dragonsfire, and her elegantly-coiffed mane would still hide the occasional look of concern; but there was a comfortableness to it, thereafter. The tension, the desire to prove the already-known, fell away, and all that was left was the knowing.