Luna had been getting less and less sleep lately. Ever since she'd rescued Trixie from the guards, her days had been spent caring for the mental well-being of the unicorn, a task which she was now convinced that she could not delegate. Trixie's attempt at suicide had been too close for comfort for everypony involved. Luna had had to spend the next couple of nights doing damage control in the dream world; Dusk Glimmer had been particularly hard-hit by it, constantly dreaming that she hadn't been fast enough to stop Trixie from plunging off the balcony.