Now that she was done, and Atchmon was out of any danger, Rarity could concentrate on fixing the other large problem in the room. And looked for a way to cover the open entryway, as the wind buffeted her mane, and the rain easily sprayed through the porthole. Filling the cave with wet mist, and tiny rivulets that ran from the entrance to underneath Atchmon's bed, where he kept most of his food supply.