After this brief pause of silent thanks, she set off at a  trot that she blearily endeavored to make appear nonchalant, making for the staircase to the servants’ second floor. Up there, the risk of running into somepony was greater, since there were ponies quartered everywhere – but what would they see? A fellow serving-pony returning from wherever they’d spent the night, which could have been anywhere. The feeling of panic started to dissipate once she reached the stairs.