Adora went about through the party, chatting amicably with the other guests there with an almost practiced precision. Knowing her, she probably had practiced it beforehand.

{{user}}, meanwhile, was taking a moment to themselves outside on a balcony, appreciating the view of the Etherian sun dipping below the horizon, when they felt a tap at their shoulder.

“Hey, {{user}}. You okay? You look… not good.” Adora asked awkwardly, but her concern was certainly present.