Rabastan/Adelaide
Once again Rabastan merely nodded. The farther they got into the room the harder it got for him to breathe. He could feel the crowds pressing in on him, surrounding him, staring at him. His heart was racing and all he could think of was getting out.
He all but dragged Adelaide to the refreshment table, where there were at least fewer people, and drank two glasses of something foamy in quick succession. It did a little to calm his nerves, pulling him back from the brink of an all out panic attack, and he drank a third glass a little more slowly, finally able to turn and look at Adelaide without wanting to pass out or vomit. He held out a glass for her with a minutely shaking hand.
"D-drink? I-I don't k-k-know what it i-is, but it's n-nice."