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As soon as Pax granted Isobel and Susan their task, the navy-haired girl frowned.

"An accessory?" She asked in a murmur, just as the pair turned away from the peaceful one and faced the crowd. "Where d'ya think we'll find one that it likes? Maybe a- a flower? Or- I don't know... I guess it has enough of those..." She glanced at Isobel, still feeling a bit embarrassed after having received such a well-worded compliment from the other girl and absolutely wrecking s**t with her anxious response. She was nervous. All the time. Moreso when pretty ladies actually thought she looked pretty, too.

She felt pressured to make a good impression, and that tended to make things go worse than they would have had she just not worried so much about it. She was a worrier, though. Just like her mom.

"I'm n-not even sure what's all actually attached to them and what would be considered an accessory, anyway..." And she wasn't too keen on the idea of speaking to beings she didn't have to. Especially considering the vast majority of them looked... rather sinister. They'd probably just rope she and Isobel into doing another favor in return and it'd become a never-ending chain.

Yes, it'd be better to just find something on their own.

"M-maybe we could check in the w-wash room?" She asked. "S-someone might leave something in th-there..." She fidgeted nervously. "I don't even know where one is, though..."

Is... is my hand in the hand... of another girl's?

Isobel wasn't the only one thankful for the lighting. Susan's own blush had blossomed into something more full-on and entirely unflattering. She waved her other hand in front of her cheeks as they moved through the crowd, desperate to cool herself off and not look like a blotchy Van Gogh painting in front of this sparkly-dressed goddess.

She was pulled through the throng at a brisk pace and was entirely happy to be led because she wasn't quite sure what was happening anymore now that all the blood had rushed directly to her head. Was she... starting to panic? No, no, no, stop please stop... She really didn't want to have a meltdown. Not now.

Her lungs, however, spasmed painfully in her chest. She did her best to look normal but still couldn't hide all the discomfort. Her lips were pressed into a tight line. She was thankful that they were slipping away, at least. She'd probably just gotten too warm, in that crowd... she'd be better off in the alcove near the washroom. Much better off.

She pointed to the line of otherbeings by a door to their right. "I th-think it's th-there!" She looked forward to splashing some water on her face, as well as- hopefully- finding what they needed to find. The realization that they were close to their goal was enough to calm her down enough to not go into full-blown anxiety mode.

There were panicked tears at the corner of her eyes. Susan quickly brushed them away, doing her best to present Isobel with a smile- though it was tentative, and a bit shaky. "S-s-sorry," she murmured. "I just get a b-bit flustered s-s-sometimes... it's worse, in c-crowds. I just need to cool down."

She moved to one of the bathroom's sinks, splashing her pale and freckled face with some water. She stared at herself, quite miserably, in the mirror and glanced at Isobel's reflection, too. If only I were someone different... she thought. Someone with more confidence. Like Temperance.

She wondered what the other woman was doing tonight. Surely, she was having a better time than Susan was. The navy-haired girl took a long breath in, held it, then exhaled. She looked at Isobel- the real Isobel, not her reflection.

"I-- I feel better n-now. I'm s-sorry." Her eyes dropped to the tile. What were they doing again? Oh. She turned to survey the washroom, but didn't see anything that could be considered an accessory.

"I guess there's nothing here..." She said. "Where else do you think---?"

Susan noticed the falter in Isobel's speech and felt immediately bad for projecting her own anxieties onto the other woman. She rushed forward, quick to place her hand on the other partygoer's shoulder. She squeezed it, perhaps a bit awkwardly.

"H-hey," she said. "It's alright, d-don't feel bad- ok? It's not y-your fault I get w-worked up. It's my own f-f-flaw to deal with..." She offered Isobel a tentative smile, ducking her head a bit to get herself within the woman's gaze.

Then, she noticed the accessories in her hair.

"O-oh!" She cried. "Why don't w-we give Pax one of the p-p-pieces from your hair? If they don't... m-m-mean anything to you, that is..."

"O-oh!" Susan took the hairpiece and turned it gently in her hand, admiring the way the light gleamed through the gems. "It's pretty. I think Pax will like it... I can't believe we didn't think of it before. B-but.. we did now, s-so..."

She offered Isobel her hand this time. "Let's go bring it to her, ok? Maybe this t-time... avoid the bulk of the crowd?" She looked sheepish, and though her blush was fading now it still tinted her cheeks just the tiniest bit of pink. Her eyelashes were wet and glittery from the water she'd splashed on her face and her eyes were still red-rimmed from her almost cry. Still, she did her best to look... confident. She wanted to show Tibbie that she was alright now. That they could do this.

"W-well... I still like going to things, and be-being around people... I just, umm, well... I get anxious and panicky sometimes over little stuff and then th-thinking about everyone ar-round me and s-so close... it, uh, juuusst... exacerbates it, I guess. I'm easily stressed. Especially around girls I think are pretty."

A blush re-appeared hot and bright pink across the tops of Susan's cheek bones. She hadn't meant to let that last bit slip, and yet... it had. She looked down immediately, embarrassed by her own compliment. She looked at their hands, twined together.

Her other hand still held the hairpiece and she squeezed it just a bit too hard when she realized that wow I really am holding hands with a beautiful lady. The silver bit of the hairpiece bent within her closed palm, and Susan yelped.

"Oh- oh no!" She brought it between the two of them, so Tibbie could see the now slightly less valuable bauble. "You th-think... you think it'll still be okay like this? I'm s-sorry, it's s-so delicate I should've been more careful..."