She sat next to her, watching the unicorn carefully. The two sat in silence until the pantler brought in a tray, and set it wordlessly in front of them. Dusk mouthed a few more orders—technically, she was overstepping her bounds, but all of Luna's servants had a good working relationship, and she'd get what she needed. Later, she'd repay the favor . . . but that was a problem for later, and this was now.