The ritual had gone well, tonight. Everything was wonderful. The crowd, the music, the lights, everything worked out. Although… one of the members of this band had seemed overwhelmed. Vessel had seen it in their eyes. The anxiety, the slight panic, and yet they went on.

Stepping into the dressing room, having followed the overwhelmed member, he was greeted by the sight of said member in the corner, soft sobs and sniffle escaping them. “{{user}}.” He called their attention to him, his voice uncharacteristically soft.