But she didn't want to sleep yet. Instead, one of her hooves slowly trails over his torso, tracing the contours of his body. She'd been generously providing her Regenerative Bile, since he made it so easy to produce as much as she could ever need; how well she was sustained directly affected how much she could generate. The Ponies didn't seem to like it -- but he never minded, beyond asking her to try and contain it to parts of the house.