Luna, meanwhile, sat on her couch and looked towards Trixie. She watched the slow rise and fall of the thick blanket, trying to put herself into the mind of the unicorn. She had deliberately bespelled her in such a way that she would not dream, for if she did, she was sure to have nightmares, and Luna feared that she would not be able to devote the necessary attention to them once her sister arrived. Later, perhaps, she could begin the slow process of working through Trixie’s nightmares, but it was too early now. Anypony could see that the unicorn was physically, mentally, and magically nearly completely drained.