Rarity leaned upon her one arm up in her bedroom surrounded by shattered mirror pieces, listening for Peggy coming up and just waiting. She was trying to breathe, to calm herself and not look like a horrific mess. She was better than this yet here she was crumbled up on the floor. When Peggy appeared at the door, then hurried over to her, she gave a very sad but appreciative smile.
"Tha-nk y-ou," her voice croaked as she got to shaking feet. Never had anyone seen her so miserable--except for maybe Applejack and that was back in Equestria. She gave another sniffle, a small one as she tried to compose herself.
"I -am s-orry yo-u have t-o s-ee me th-is way," Rarity whispered through her sore, dry, complaining throat.