Under a soft plof on the mattress itself was her body met with the near heavenly comfort of her ever so beloved bed. She scooted around in it for a little while in order to herself even more comfortable as her horn changed itself up. Ever so gently it were the blankets that got pulled over the sick mare whose eyes closed themselves. No sounds could be heard within the borders of the room, nor the whole boutique for that matter. That was with the only exception being the slow in- and exhale of Rarity which echoed gently from time to time.