After restoring Dash's house, Twilight brought her back with her to the castle. Dash had gone to her room, leaving Twilight with her thoughts in the library. She was still searching for anything that she might have missed in some books about eating disorders.
But she was mostly thinking about how Dash must feel.
She could only imagine what memories Dash must have of her own home. Alone in those rooms, fighting with herself...

"Hey Twilight?" She turned to see Spike next to her.

"What is it, Spike?"

"When were you going to tell me that we had a new roommate?"

"Oh, right, sorry. Rainbow is going to be staying with us for a while."

"Uh.. okey?"

"Come on, don't act like that. We've got more than enough room in here anyways!"

"It's not that, it's just.. why? I mean.. did something happen? It's not usual for them to live with us, especially Rainbow Dash."

Twilight thought for a second. Spike was young, he wouldn't understand.

"She's.. uh.. sick."

"...she's sick?" He asked, confused.

"That's what I said, wasn't it."

"Yeah, I mean, you did. But why... is it something serious?"

Twilight bit her lip. It Was something serious, but Spike had a different definition of that.

"Don't worry, it's nothing contagious. Just an.. uh..."

Spike noticed that Twilight obviously didn't want to talk about it.

"You know, if it's a secret between you two, you don't have to tell me."

Twilight sighed in relief.

"Just tell me whenever you need me for anything." He smiled at her.

"You're the best number one assistant in Equestria, Spike." She hugged him.

"Heh, I know."

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Meanwhile, Dash was in her room with her own thoughts. She was still shocked and upset about learning the truth.

Why did she have to be so stupid?

Believing that it was a good thing to eat so little that she was more than often dizzy enough to crash into everything. Why should the Wonderbolts accept such a lousy flier like her that couldn't even do normal things like eating?!

She groaned.

She hated herself for being so stupid. And now her friends and family have to worry about her. Because she messed up. Again.

She wasn't perfect. She was just a burden. A barely living burden that everyone has to worry about. Why did they still care? What was so important on her that they still cared about some pony like her?

She didn't deserve them.