She was nearly Rarity's size, now. Her chitin held a soft, crisp luster, her horn sleek. The squishy, jello-like parts of her body held a rich gold color, and didn't so much as drip. Nor did she drool, Rarity watching her mouth silently for some time. Not a hack, gasp, cough, spit -- nothing. Even her emerald eyes, void of pupils, held these soft eyelashes.