Next to me, old Zoey leaned over her door to try to touch me, but our noses could not quite meet.
"Come to think if it, we have a lot in common, you and I." (5.5)
[Topthorn] was the first horse I had ever come across that I felt could challenge me for strength, but there was also a kindness in his eye that held no threat for me. (5.18)