Twilight burst through her bedroom door, startling Trixie who had been reading a book on their bed. Trixie looked Twilight over and noticed that her marefriend wasn’t her usual chipper self. Instead she looked tired and disheveled; Trixie knew that this meant Twilight had been busy with whatever duties she’d been assigned today and all she would want is rest.
Twilight’s mane was frazzled and tangled. She had bags under her bloodshot eyes.

Trixie: Twily, are you alright?

Twilight sparkle: Yeah… I’m fine — just a little tired,