After sniffling and clearing her dry throat, Rarity felt she stayed in her refuge for long enough, and decided it was best to get as far away from there as possible. She checked to see of the coast was clear before squeezing through the roots and falling on her belly, which still stung from the abrasions she received earlier that day. She looked at her hooves, chest, and flanks, and grimaced. She was covered in a thick layer of everything. It pained and disgusted her to be so dirty, but she realized she was fortunate, for she smelled like dirt which was all that protected her. 