The tribal girl had spent the best part of the part so far taking to Zefiris, but on both deciding to try and mingle a little more, Morana was now glancing around at the other cooupants of ballroom, cuddling further into her feathery coat as she did so. Somehow, she had managed to wander towards the food table, and was glancing around the room at the others enjoying the festivities.
Well, she was used to observing from afar, so it wasn't a new perspective. Still, it was quite nice to see the people she had grown so fond of having a good time. Everyone seemed at ease, despite recent problems with Niflheim. The thought almost made her reach up to the small scar again, but she quickly placed the one hand over the other to prevent the movement. Now was not the time for that.
It was only when she did a double take did she notice a familiar figure who didn't look all that comfortable or content.
"M-Mitch?" she asked, looking a little confused as to why he seemed to be scratching the side of his face. Was something the matter?