Esteem.
All able-bodied people with proper training had been cast as soldiers, it seemed. 'Good', Qiana thought as she pulled her coat closer around her body, hands full with the weight of a giant container of her classic hot cocoa. Admittedly, she felt a bit lost in the fray. Zap had all but called off prettification and Frankie was dealing with her grief in a closed off sort of way. Tress had spent some time with her parents and sister, instead. Naturally, that had lifted her spirits enough to allow her to lift some others (or attempt to). Mr. Orrin the Centaur was outside stationed with some of the other guards, actually looking warmer than most of them. Probably the fur. Hair? Fur...? Anyway, she'd brought him a drink. "Good morning," Qiana said, looking up and offering a bit of a squinty smile in the rising sun. "I thought you could use something to warm you up? And... also it's really bleak inside." She shrugged.