I walked over to the bed, and up to Soft, who I get to watch over for this week, woo! I shrunk down to the size of an ant, letting my suit fall to the floor, and I crawled out of it. After that, I climbed on the bed while Soft slept in. I pulled her close to me with a foreleg, pulling her closer to me. Mom told me changelings don’t have hearts, but I think I just grew one for it to melt, because this little filly had the audacity to snuggle deeper into my carapace. I started hiccuping from the little gesture. The door clicked open, and the filly’s mother walked in with a tray of food.