They sing together softly, giving voice to the magic, until it settles comfortably into Rarity at the end of the duet. Greg might have enjoyed simply stopping and feeling the ebb and flow of the magic itself, but stopping the music early would have destroyed what they'd built.

Now he finds himself a tad winded from the performance, in a way being on stage never had. He looks at Rarity, uncertain. She's the one who's done stuff like this before, anyway.

"You okay?"