Rarity removed her saddlebags, her back sore from carrying it for so long. Then found a comfortable-looking spot near the stream. Setting them next to her and laid down on her belly, which stung from the scrapes she received hours ago. Placing her forehooves in the soothing water. She contemplated opening up her saddlebags, but knew there wasn't anything she could use at the moment, other than her hair brush, but she didn't want that to get dirty too. So she 'brushed' the thought instead. 