[ Now rescuer turned loyal steed, Lighter steers easily enough when given a good grip and a destination. Heavy footfalls on luxe marble take him through the crowd — slower and more straightforward this time, but no less adept at navigating through. ]

Don't mention it. It's better than — [ A shock of gasps and laughter erupt from a nearby group of people as another one of the floating patrons goes tumbling down into them. Luckily, it seems like they've all taken to making a bit of a game of it, but it looks. Handsy. ] ...well, you know.

[ Approaching one of the more secluded areas, Lighter considers the door a moment before bending a knee and getting his watch up against the keypad. Though he's pretty sure he's still been branded as a wildcard, it recognizes him as a guest and admits him. He clicks the door open on a dim and inviting space, all lacquer and velvet, gilt trays offering more private food and drinks. He likely will not be trusting those, thanks. ]

Alright, no more prying eyes. [ He bumps the door closed behind him. ] And I wouldn't worry too much about it.

[ He knows the self-blame game all too well. ]

It's not like it lasts forever.