It's not very long after she escapes the poachers- rather, after they let her go, dropping her in the middle of the city dazed and confused and despairing about what's going on- that Reira runs for the Arcade. Whatever effects set upon her by the gates at the party have worn off- the powerlessness, but more importantly that thing she lost that got worse, and worse, and worse...

And...

"...I..." She's rather lost for words when she sits in Elias' chamber, holding her legs to her chest while still wearing the somewhat oversized ball gown her disguise had fit into. Ultimately she wasn't too different height-wise from the fairly petite celebrity figure, so it worked out in that regard.

Still.

"...Something in that machine made me lie," she whispers, voice edged with fear and disappointment both. Lies are bad, after all. Elias certainly doesn't like liars as far as she's seen and been told. Lies are bad. "For little things at the start, but then for everything...but..."

But she's Alive.

"...But then when I lied, they didn't kill me..."

Lies are wrong. But if she'd died as well...

"It's wrong, isn't it..? But if I didn't, they would have killed me...and if I didn't, I wouldn't have even been able to get there..."

The goblin swallows, face buried into her gown. "I don't know what to do..."