[ Kuvira, being an opportunist to her core, worked hard to suppress the gluttonous urge to indulge in the offered festivities with reckless abandon. The chance presenting itself might be her only one for this kind of living for the remainder of her life, and although the thought of it all being a dream certainly crossed her mind it was met with very little resistance. If she could achieve happiness in a dream or in some sort of illusion, it just might count.

But her dream had been deferred, and strange things happened to one's appetite and sleeping patterns after they've been confronted with monumental, irrevocable failure and irredeemable actions. She watches the food, stomach lurching from the inside, and places an arm over her abdomen in an attempt to quell it. Standing, dignified, Kuvira's eyes scan the crowd with a suspicious fervor that appears too tired to have momentum behind it. In her other hand is an empty plate.

She knows a story like hers doesn't end with being rewarded, so... what was this ruse? Or was it a straight-forward plunge into madness? Feel free to shove past her to get to the food or encourage her to actually get some food. She's kind of in the way. ]

[ Kuvira will be sitting on the patio, doing some breathing exercises, stretches, and indulging in some meditation. Her appearance is tired and her breath comes out a bit too heavily to give off any sense of inner peace, but she's trying. Any instance of someone entering the patio will be met with a furtive and tense glance over her shoulder. ]