    Atchmon was laying on his bed with his back propped up against the wall. His head touching the bottom of the charm, causing it to bob around slightly whenever he moved. The fur blanket was resting underneath him, returned to its rightful place. Rarity watched him for a moment, only her head and neck were visible from the entrance, the opening angled just off from being a straight line to the back of the cave where Atchmon rested.