Vesta falls onto her couch with a huff. She appears exhausted, the dark circles under her eyes rivaling an undead's. She quickly downs her glass and sets it on the table.

"It's not life or death, so you can stop panicking. I just got out of a long conversation with Selena." She pulls her feet up onto the couch. "As much as I hate to ask it of you, I need your assistance. With... a few things."

She grabs one of her pillows and begins toying with the tassel trim.

"Oh, I met Saige, by the way. It was... interesting?"

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