Bon Bon was asleep on her side, facing the door. Her forelock had come uncurled and was spread across the pillow. Perhaps she’d fallen asleep waiting for Lyra to arrive. A slight smile crossed the unicorn’s lips as she saw the blankets were all crumpled at the base of the bed—Bon Bon had a habit of kicking off blankets in her sleep and would wake up in the morning complaining of the cold.