She gave Lyra a fond look, leaned down, and brushed the unicorn's forelock back with her muzzle, before limping up the stairs to the bedroom. She threw her apron into the wicker laundry basket, grabbed the comforter off the bed, and brought it downstairs.  With a toss of her head, she draped it over Lyra, smoothing it with her hooves, before she went back up to the bathroom to brush her teeth.