Vedette was holding a large glass of water that she'd pulled out of the hands of the nearest person as she fled the main hall after Ithacles. She knew he must have been sick, he'd looked quite pale suddenly and fled. She found him out in the snow. She grimaced when he threw up for apparently the second, or maybe third? time.
She hoped she could hold all of her wine better, the smell was severely strong to her. She held out the water.
"Sorry? It's alright. Really, Ithacles. I didn't think this was a good idea anyway, this ball. The purpose of it at least, was cruel. Lethe shouldn't be interfering in her life."