It was the gem it housed, that was the possession she was worried about the most. Rarity sat down on her bed and levitated the stone over before it was carefully placed in her hooves. "Granny, granny, granny. You gave me this gem as part of your inheritance to take care after it. You said to me that this was the first gem you had ever found with your magic, and that I inherited your ability to find the stones. Even though, I don't feel I deserve it, given how I am no longer truly alive. But, that doesn't mean I just give up upon protecting this, upon protecting you." Rarity rose the gem up to her lips and she gave a little kiss upon it. It seemed almost as if she believed that her passed away grandmother was residing within the gem. A believe that was quite common within her family circles. But the mess, still needed some cleaning. And Rarity was not looking forward to it.