"Eh. With seven billion humans, your personal likelihood of getting devoured isn't all that high. As evidenced by the fact that a shocking percentage of them just ignore that the monsters exist. And as to the exhaustion of fighting the monsters, it may be tiring, but long as I know I'm doing the right thing, I'll keep on going."

"That's very admirable. But we don't have as much scope for your talents. I can try to see if there's a way to put you back so fewer of those seven billion people get devoured, but I'm not immediately coming up with a solid research angle so it could take a very long time."

"Hey, I don't actually mind being stuck here a while. I mean, all things considered I'd rather not be trapped for the rest of my life, and saving people's great, but this place in general sounds like a tidy vacation spot, you know? And if I happen to clear out a few prophesied apocalypses while I'm in town, I'm still helping out the adorable ponyfolk."

"That seems like a very healthy attitude to take while you're here."

"I'm Clarity Bell." She knocks her hoof against his knuckles gently.

"...Hoofbump! Works for me. Nice to meet you, uh, properly, Clarity."

"Likewise." Pause. "You're very tall. I'm not sure where to put you. I suppose you could fit into my apartment if you crawled, but I don't have a second bed."

"Huh. Yeah, size may become an issue. I mean, you've got no need to put me up yourself, I just happened to land on you."

"Well, someone else might or might not be willing, but I think they'd all have the same problem: you just aren't pony-sized. I wonder if I could shrink you."

"That'd be some serious magic. Unless we're talking super different magic... dumb question, of course we are, you're a freaking unicorn. It'd be much appreciated, at any rate, especially if you could remove it."

"I'm not planning to irreversibly shrink you. But I've never shrunk a living thing before. I'll look into it. Fortunately it's not going to be in this scrambled section." She trots over to a different stack and starts floating down books.

"I can try to reshelve some of the books if you like." He picks up a tome at random and peers at the title. "...If they're not all in Lucky Charms Hieroglyphics, that is."

"Oh, they aren't, a lot of ponies haven't learned to read those either, it's just a little more efficient for some technical subjects. How's this?" She finds a book in a different script.

"Perfectly readable English, for... whatever reason. Weirder things have happened. D'you want them alphabetical by surname?"

"That would be great."

"That's actually an unexplained mystery! We're not even sure which direction causality goes. Some of them are family names, but not all - I don't have a family name."

"Wow. That's actually a weirder answer than I'd expected, and I was expecting some weird. What kind of thought process goes into the naming, then? Could I name my foal 'Asskick McSharkpuncher' and expect it to grow up like me?"

"Like I said, we don't know which direction the causality goes, so it's possible that your foal would grow up to match the name, but it's also possible that you would wind up feeling inspired to name your foal something less... that... in slightly clairvoyant anticipation of its talents and interests."

"And that would be a damn shame. I guess that's one advantage of being a biped."

"I suppose. Names vary in how particularly appropriate they are. My mother's name is Morning Rain, and it's fairly generic as pegasus names go, without any obvious reason for it to be her name specifically. Then again, Morning's a family name."

"Yeah, I'm Ari because my parents thought it was a cool name. I mean, I assume. Not like I can ask."

"Well, maybe you'll be able to go home eventually and inquire if you still care."

"Uh, no, that wasn't what I meant by that. They're dead. Like, super dead. Have been since I was a mewling infant."