Soon enough, Dusk Glimmer would be back with a bed. She could easily levitate the showmare over to it, tuck her in, and she would be totally unaware of the improvement in her sleeping conditions. But—they would never say it—but Luna could imagine the glares she would get from her servants if she put such a filthy pony on their clean sheets. Word would eventually get back to Celestia, and it would be the pillow fight incident all over again. There was no excuse any more. The castle had long been equipped with hot and cold plumbing; even if it had not, Luna still remembered the spells to heat bathwater. That had been a fairly early innovation, by a castle servant no less.