[ He's relieved when he finds her, if only because he had kind of expected she had darted off into the night, or whatever it was crazy skilled assassins do. Like, just kind of disappeared into the shadows or something in an effort to avoid the rest of the party.

But there she still is, under the same roof, and his step slows a little as he approaches. ]

I'd say give it a bit. We'll probably have to retell the story, like, four times to four different people.

You know how it is.

[ Peter takes a seat beside her, and while she doesn't ask, Peter holds his hand out for the bandages, intent on wrapping the gauze in place for her. ]