Sophia looked around the great hall, scanning for familiar faces. The ill-fitting coat around her shoulders very nearly drug the ground as she walked through the building. Her eyes finally found Gareth sitting at a table looking quite downtrodden. She silently took a seat next to the half-elf and reached out from underneath the oversized coat, grabbing a goblet, which shook in her hands. She picked up a nearby pitcher, but the violent shaking in her hands caused her to spill a bit of the bright red liquid on the table. She frowned, feeling completely obliterated by the day's events. She reached for the pitcher again, but Jezin lifted it before she could, calmly pouring her drink and taking a seat beside her before pouring one for himself. They both needed it, after what they'd seen. After a long drink, Sophia spoke, her voice sounding frail and dejected. "H-hello Gareth. Are you.... are you alright?" Her voice shook.