"I don't get the appeal," she admits, looking less anxious and more bored with the idea of parties. It's not like anyone's ever asked her to dance at them, and it's not like she indulges in any of the vices of the rest of the pack. She's certainly old enough now-- and it's not like she had parents to stop her, even when she was younger. Sure, the pack has raised her, but if they couldn't even stop the twins and Cupid's daughters from indulging in berries, why would they stop her?

And frankly, she doesn't like losing control. She might let all her inside thoughts be outside thoughts.

"I haven't seen him, no," she says after a moment. "Has he also left the party, then?" What would he even be doing off on his own? Sverke looking for him makes sense. "Maybe he's tired." Asgeir never seemed like the type with much of a social battery, and the party had been going on all day.