Caspar catches the tail-end of the conversation. "Oh, yeah, that's Alex," he says, lifting up an arm to show off the cut of his blazer and the expert stitching. "His most recent work for me. It's nice, isn't it?"

If Adia were the type to facepalm, she'd be doing so right now. "We'd appreciate it," she says to Amelia, switching the conversation back to the subject of bards. "And you're planning to take a turn on the dance floor, too?" She hasn't forgotten that lesson Amelia gave her at the Halloween party years ago.

"We still visit Farel's shop on a regular basis," Caspar remarks, but otherwise stays quiet as Amelia talks about her time on Asvera. Adia is silent as well, sipping her drink and watching her friend, that dreamy smile so familiar to her. She's certain that she's worn it herself, when settling on Atlantis. "That's a wonderful feeling," she says. "I'm glad that you have it there. It's a special place that reminds us of home in the best of ways."