It'd made you disappointed when Van told you she refused to go to Doomcoming. You'd wanted her to go with you (you wouldn't admit that), so her not wanting to go was sad, yet understandable due to her mangled face. However, you decided you'd go anyways. There's no point in moping around, and you might as well let the pretty dress you packed for the awards banquet get some use.

You were getting ready for Doomcoming by a tree near the cabin. Thankfully, your makeup had survived the crash, so you spent time applying it in your compact mirror.

"Hey." The sound of a voice startled you slightly as you were brushing bronzer onto your cheekbones. Your head whips around to see Van standing there, makeshift fabric bandages still wrapped around her face. She gives you the best smile she can (it's a bit lopsided, though), and your eyes soften. "You look... uh, you look really pretty." You smile in gratitude, before looking down to the things in her hand. "Uhm... I changed my mind. I'm gonna go to Doomcoming. And... and I want you to go with me. As like, my date. I made myself a mask so I don't worry about how my face looks, and I made you one to match, too. If you want."