That was the first time she'd actually addressed the pegasus by her full name. She must have really meant it. While she flapped over to the unicorn's bedroom, Glamerspear trotted over to the washroom. In seconds, the curtain was drawn and the water was running full-blast. Honour could hear the unicorn's sigh of relief. By the time Sparkshower had finished hanging up her comrade's armor and floated back out from the bedroom, the water had stopped again. And then there was the unmistakable deep-bass "shuuuuuuuuUUUUH-WOOOM!" of Glamerspear drying herself off with a WC-40 maneuver.