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The balcony had turned into a hallway, the hallway into a quiet exit, and somewhere after that, the evening had simply continued without either of them questioning it too much. By the time the gala existed only as distant music behind them, Coronet City had swallowed the rest. The city stretched endlessly in every direction beneath the Corellian night, towers layered atop one another in gold, white, and neon light while streams of traffic moved between them like glowing rivers suspended in the air. Even at this hour, the streets below remained alive. Conversations spilled from rooftop terraces and open cafés tucked between polished facades, while somewhere farther down the district, music drifted out into the warm night air each time a door opened.
At some point after leaving the ballroom, the pressure around Quinn had started to ease. Seris had noticed it gradually rather than all at once. The tightening in her shoulders had lessened. Her breathing no longer sounded measured so carefully between conversations. Even the silence between them now felt quieter than the silence inside the gala ever had. Seris let her eyes wander briefly over the harbor below before glancing sideways toward Quinn again.
"You seem more relaxed now. I am happy to see that," she said quietly, careful not to infer weakness. She knew Echani were both strong and proud; a careless word could insult where none was intended. Perhaps the people of Eshan were onto something; words are indeed clumsy.
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