Though Rarity didn't even want to know more about the strain of thought and dispatched them  quickly. She rested her eyes back on the stuffed unicorn. "You are coming with me, for you shall return to your rightful owner," she spoke under a soft smile. Her tone sounded if she had been talking to an actual living creature. The flow of tears managed to come to another hold while a faint smile appeared on the face of the unicorn. Rarity placed the plushy under the curl of her wings as well. It found a resting place rest on the opposite side of the book. The plushy took refuge against her body before her horn lost its connection to her magical power.