Ilde almost laughs, not unkindly, at the expression on his face; she at least is disinclined to look down on him for just about anything, though admittedly if she wanted to try something like that she'd need a fucking ladder.

I do love being here. It's odd, though, isn't it? Our cohort feels so small, and. Now it doesn't. Because it isn't just their cohort participating tonight - they feel sometimes like an island in the city, and it's an interesting reminder that they aren't. Odd context. Maybe the perfect sort of context, Ilde doesn't know.