There wasn't supposed to be anything special about today. It was just another day in the quiet and thankfully steady stream that had followed the Draft. She'd needed the calm of settling back in at House 44 and coming to terms with everything that happened with the support of her house mates and friends. And yet despite that, there was still so much doubt in her mind, so much fear and insecurity and it eats at her little by little...which is why she had wanted to distract herself in the shops. Glancing through the racks of clothing she stops in front of a row of hats, idly tracing her fingertips over the rims and wondering how low she might be able to wear them to help cover her eyes when a step too far to the left made her bump into someone; someone she didn't see because they were in her blindspot of course.

"Sorry-"

Inwardly cursing herself she looks up...and freezes at the sight of the elf, her eye wide.

"Zevran!"