[Miss Dramatics here hasn't touched her journal and has barely set a foot outside her hotel room since Pan's vines. The wave of good feelings makes her think, for the first time in days, that running into anyone she met that day, or anyone with magic... is something she can handle, after all.
She ends up lingering outside the hotel entrance, eyes closed, just breathing the fresh air and feeling the sun on her face. The world hasn't ended. It's okay.]