"Twilight, are you okay?"
The mare only smiled at her assistant, giving him a gentle pat on the head before setting her chin back on the table with a sigh.
"Twilight?"
"I'm fine, Spike. Don't worry about me. I'm just... a little tired."
Reluctantly, the dragon turned away, trudging into another room. Watching as he disappeared through a doorway, Twilight turned her focus back to a framed picture of her mother-- Twilight Velvet.
"Thanks for everything, mom..." she whispered, her voice wavering as tears began to form in her eyes.
Turning away, Twilight pushed the picture frame back under the small tabletop shelf, wiping away her tears as she stood up. She paused, taking a deep breath. Two. Three.
Recomposing herself, she trotted off after Spike, the same gentle smile from earlier once again beaming from her face.
"Spike!" she called, "Do you want to read a comic with me?"