The eventual decision was one that happened to be difficult to make for Rarity's mind. But her nature managed to get the better of her. With a light hop she landed on top of the bed and found herself directly above the sleeping mare. Yet the mattress didn't bounce up or down from her jump which was questioning but quickly dispatched as well. One of her cold forehooves stroked up and down visible parts of the neck in a gentle manner. Rarity tried her best to spot a suitable vein to bite in and consume the blood.