The blanket’s peace turns into the comfort of a mother’s caressing touch as Cadance stands, walks over to her aunt, then sits on the floor in front of her, looking up at her. She stays like this for almost a minute, examining Celestia’s features. The princess regnant remains composed during this, but adjusts her wings a couple times. ”For someone with such power,” Cadance mumbles, “and prone to such mischief...”