Once it had been declared safe, Conor had helped escort the guests from the Ice Garden to the gates, before heading back to assess the damage. Thankfully, the Garden had gotten through mostly unscathed, just some minor damage that might take a day or so at most to fix. The tent needed a few small repairs, but the rousties had bigger things to worry about first.
He'd been with Zanna most of the day, but as he and Oighear were headed home, he heard the faint strains of music coming from...somewhere. Something he'd never heard before, and so he turned to follow the sound. It brought him to a tent he'd never been to before, mostly because there'd never been anyone in it.
He ducked inside, marveling at the giant towers of ice. It was cold in here, comfortable enough for him to feel at ease. And the song was sweet to his ears as he leaned against the tent wall, just listening for a moment.