Honestly, she couldn't remember how she got roped into this. Not the bonfire. But the dress. The disgusting excess of material flowing from her waist. Ellie was not happy.

She stood by the stage, not sitting because she couldn't figure out how to sit in this, with her head down, frowning at the skirt part. She couldn't keep from pulling at it. It was just...weird and strange and she was not happy with it.

But she was wearing it. Because she was a good Captain or supportive person or something. Whatever.

Chocolate didn't even seem like it would help right now.