Amelia rolls her eyes briefly when Caspar confirms they now have the same tailor. Alex is getting a serious talking to later, though she will have to confirm that his work on Caspar's blazer is excellent. "The man knows his way around fabric, and it shows in work like we're all wearing tonight." She motions to her own gown and cloak with a wry smile. Even if she's upset with the tailor, she can't deny the beauty of his work.

"At some point, yes. Felix owes me a dance before we spend a little time catching up. I'm waiting patiently for him to finish greeting everyone, though." She laughs softly as she motions to the line of people still waiting their turn to wish the happy couple the best. "I might dance with a few others as well, but for now I've been enjoying the music." Or the chaos, as it were.

She nods, clasping her hands together in front of her to give them something to do. "It's been a while since I've felt it. Atlantis was similar in many ways, but Asvera is so much... more." She means no disrespect; Atlantis is beautiful and has much to offer, from what little Amelia saw of it when she visited her friends. Asvera carries with it such a sense of home, though, that the rogue would choose it over any other place in the multiverse when given the chance.