So, this seemed to be gaining some curiosity, so an update was mandatory.

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Twilight Sparkle's first night in Canterlot was plagued by a nightmare.

Fluttershy, lying on the ground. Fluttershy, lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. Fluttershy, lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood breathing, in and out, very shallowly.

She woke up shaking.

She also woke up with Princess Luna standing above her, breathing in and out very slowly.

"Princess Luna?" asked Twilight, stopping her shaking and just staring. "Um…it's an honor to be in your presence, but I just have to ask: why like this?"

"Oh, no real reason," said Luna, getting off of her. Her mane, sparkly and filled with stars, melded into the night. "I just wanted to see how you were doing…did you have a nightmare?"

"Obviously," said Twilight a little snappily. "I'm sorry. I mean, err, sorry, I'm just still getting over the whole shock of having you on top of me. In the middle of the night."

"Sorry about that," said Luna. Twilight sensed that she was hiding something.

"Is…is something wrong?"

"No," answered Luna a little bit too quickly, slipping out of her room. "Good night, Twilight Sparkle."

"Good night, Princess Luna," said Twilight, but her counterpart had already fled into nowhere.

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Twilight Sparkle woke up in the canopy bed, her mane a mess.

"Hi, Twilight," said Spike, entering with a tray of food. "Want breakfast? They delivered it ages ago, and there're oranges."

"No thank you, Spike," said Twilight. She yawned. "I barely had any sleep last night."

"Whatever," said Spike. He popped a large grape into his mouth. "What are we going to do today?"

"Keep unpacking," said Twilight, getting up and walking over to the mirror. She used her horn to levitate a comb and started brushing her mane. "We still have a lot to do."

"I don't want to unpack," said Spike, and for a moment, she remembered that he was still a kid, a traumatized little kid at that. She nuzzled him briefly, and then set to work.

Each box contained a collection of objects in alphabetical order. The first one Twilight unpacked was full of books. The last was her sock collection. This entire process took about two hours. By then, Spike had wandered away to hang out with the other dragons, and Princess Celestia was at her door once more.

"How can I help you, Princess?" asked Twilight, bowing. There was a collective amount of sweat gathering underneath her brow, right under her bangs. It bothered her, but she pretended not to notice, pretended it wasn't there at all.

"Just checking in on you, Twilight Sparkle," said Princess Celestia, entering the large bedroom. She examined the bathtub in the corner and smiled. "I see you haven't taken a bath yet."

"I haven't really had the time," said Twilight, blushing a little.

"How about now?" asked Celestia, turning the tap on ever so lightly.

"Princess, I'm not sure—"

"Trust me, Twilight. The Canterlot royalty bathwater is incensed with herbs and all sorts of magical concoctions. I doubt that you wouldn't want to try this."

She placed a hoof in the already steadily rising water and smiled encouragingly. "See? It's perfectly warm, and it smells like—"

"A dream," muttered Twilight, slipping out of her knee socks. "Well, I guess a little bath couldn't hurt."

"Exactly," said Celestia, stepping in alongside her student. "Would you like bubbles?"

"Sure, I guess," said Twilight, and Celestia stirred the water once. A flurry of pink bubbles suddenly floated on the surface. "Wow…you'll have to teach me that spell, Princess."

"Anything for you, Twilight."

A moment of soft breathing and soothing water passed, and Celestia looked up. "Would you like me to shampoo your mane?"

"I—I'm sure I can—"

"Shh," whispered Celestia, lightly massaging something sweet smelling and soft into her scalp. "It's made of virgin tears mixed with chamomile and vanilla."

"That sounds…strange," said Twilight, leaning back against her teacher. "I…I'm really grateful for this, Princess."

"I'm sure you are, Twilight Sparkle," said Princess Celestia, and she faded into the mist.

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Later that day, after napping dramatically, Twilight woke up and crawled out of bed, just barely able to even breathe without thinking of Ponyville.

Her brain frame was unsteady, very much concentrating on the unpleasant.

Don't—

She knocked on the door. "Fluttershy?"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid pony," hissed Twilight, wiping the tears out of her eyes. Why couldn't you have stayed strong?

"Twilight Sparkle?" asked Princess Celestia, stepping into the room. "Are you crying?"

"No," lied Twilight. "I mean, yes."

"Why?" asked Celestia, nuzzling her lightly. "You don't need to cry."

"I was just thinking about what went wrong," said Twilight honestly. "I just can't get over it, really. Had anything like this ever happened to you?"

"I can't say that it has," said Princess Celestia, "but I will help you through it."

Twilight smiled brokenheartedly. "You're the best teacher ever."

I'd like to be more.

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I hope you wub it.

I wub you...