Again, the results were exactly what she'd hoped for. Cozy practically glowed (pun NOT intended; puns are a vile Equestrian invention) with joy during every interaction they had, and every scrap of unforced attention she threw the filly's way was soaked up like a desert plant drinking up the first rainfall in months. The psychological war between the two gradually faded into the background, and soon, the two would regularly spend quality time together just because they wanted to.