[Rosalind isn't in the partying mood. Quite frankly, it's a miracle she isn't holed up in her room, but she doesn't quite want to be alone. And anyway, if nothing else, she wants to check up on a few people. So she slips in, her arms crossed tight over her chest, sitting at a table. She isn't eating, but she is absently sipping at a bottle, because what better time to drink than now, hm?
Later on, she'll be sitting outside near the pond, absently staring up at the stars.]
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Later on, she'll be sitting outside near the pond, absently staring up at the stars.]