Applejack blinked her eyes open as she felt a gentle touch against her forehead. She sighed through her nose and buried her face into the scratchy white comforter that lined her wife’s bed. Applejack lifted her hoof and placed it within reach so that Rarity could hold it.
“Mornin’ Rares.” She leaned forward and kissed Rarity on the hoof. “How’re you feeling?” Applejack gulped, managing to hold back any tears she somehow had left.
Rarity, with some help, slowly scooted to a sitting position. Applejack could see she was even thinner, and the wig she was wearing was growing too heavy for her to lift her head on its own. Through it all, she still smiled. “I hope you’re not shirking your farm work for me, darling.”
“Heh. Now, y’all know me.” Applejack sniffed. “Ain’t nobody better at finishing her chores on