Following after her, he stopped and watched as she stared at her cowl, deciding to pitch in. "You know, us zebras have been judged because of our differences as well. Our stripes, our markings and glyph's." He said, though not seeming discouraged by it. "But we each stand proud for who we are, and don't let others bring us down for being different. I don't think you should, either." He trotted up beside her, nodding. "You are who you are, and if some ponies don't wish to accept that simply due to appearances, it's their loss. Not yours."