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// Bonus: Epilogue 
// Story: Midnight Comfort 
// by Erynaster 
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Pale morning light filters through the blinds, scarcely illuminating the confines of the room. It's quiet, the steady drip-drip of rain having ceased, reduced to nothing but occasional beads of water falling from the roof tiles onto the ground below.

The world outside is grey, the morning sun barely shining through the mist that had accumulated overnight. At the very least, the storm had passed.

All is well.

Inside the room, all is quiet. The unicorn barely stirs as birds chirp directly overhead, flittering from branch to branch and conversing with one another at the first sign of daybreak. The unicorn begins to wake, one eye cracking sleepily open. She stretches once, feeling each joint pop as she returns to the realm of wakefulness once more.

She motions to sit up, but is stopped in her tracks as her memory catches up with her.

The human.

Heart beginning to race, she eagerly lifts the covers. True enough, there lay the human, deep in his slumber. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling with every intake of breath. The sight endears her to smile, realizing that all the events of last night were not some hazily conjured dream nor fantasy, but real. Real as the human resting so peacefully next to her, arms wrapped around her waist even in dreams.

Izzy smiles, running a hoof across his cheek. He doesn't stir, tiredness still etched upon his features. Come to think of it, Izzy is tired too. The unicorn yawns, blearily turning to gaze out the foggy window. Light had not quite yet touched the corners of Equestria, merely a ghost of morning light peeking out from the horizon's edge. The unicorn settles back into the warm embrace, nuzzling the human's forehead. A bird lands by the window, it's chirping magnified over ten times in volume due to the silence of dawn. Izzy glares almost annoyedly, using her magic to rap at the window pane, shooing away the rather rude robin that had dared disturb the tranquil silence.

Izzy wills her magic to pull the blinds closed, leaving the room cloaked in the shroud of darkness. The human doesn't stir, oblivious to the sounds of the forest beginning to wake. Izzy sighs softly, gently caressing the human's head in her forehooves.

The birds would have to wait. Her precious human needed his rest.