[ Vex's mask remains in place, but the tips of her ears are tinted pink, a rosy reflection that isn't quite as obvious as the flush on Percival. It has been a good day and a lovely evening, and she leans gently against her escort's shoulder, a content sigh escaping her. ]

We don't often get a reason to dress up in our finest and dance. We've been overdue. Though perhaps I'm simply spoiled from our heroics in Emon. [they didn't get a parade, but that's okay. this is almost as good.]