She stood in her loving home once again and her magic called up once more. She wanted to levitate the cloak off of her body and it got flung over on the chair before the desk. Rarity herself then just made her way to her bedroom with a mixed look in her eyes. Even though she was willing to take a nice sleep for the remaining hours of the night and pass it through the day, she still had to clean up the mess that Spike had made within it. Not to mention the shattered vase.