It was a slow trek but Rarity made it with Peggy's generous aid. She sat on one of the stools at the island in the kitchen and leaned slightly, slumped, but did not put her elbows upon the table. Really, Rarity had a beautiful home. It was clean and well organized, spacious with her typical sophisticated decoration and flare. Only the bedroom had been in shambles from her work, or a few things out of place around the house if she had bumped into it. Sometimes, it looked more like a home from an interior design magazine than one anyone lived within.
"Oh...a few...days?" Rarity wasn't quite sure until she looked at the little calendar hanging upon the wall. Definitely a few days.