I feel the familiar pressure of the Princes, and see the telltale glow of the light from their suns filtering through the window, casting a separate set of shadows. I peer back out the window to see where they are, but I feel that strange hunger return when I do, despite not looking at the moon yet. I pull away, and experimentally reach a hoof out to the window, testing a suspicion. Sure enough, the moment that the moonlight shines onto my hoof, I feel the hunger return. I will need to keep that in mind.