After getting some distance away from the pukwudgie hollows, Rarity decided to rest and to take stock on her supplies. She laid out her cowl on the ground so her fruits and veggies wouldn't get dirty, and checked everything over for dents made by the quills penetrating the fabric of her bags. She salvaged what she could and tossed the rest. She really didn't want to risk being knocked out again by ingesting the poison. 