    Rarity never knew it at the time, but she was going through depression due to her own isolation, searching for anything to fill the void that is usually filled by others. Now hugging the spear Atchmon had given her, still too repulsed by the pelts which lay only a few hoof steps from her. Briefly thinking about levitating a few over, just so she can use them as a faux body pillow. Yet she couldn't bring herself to touch such a thing again, even though she really wanted to. Remembering how silky-soft the fur felt.