"It looks like it too." Albert leans his head back to catch sight of Terezi, tossing the frankly offensive book on the coffee table. "It's some choices of what to wear for the wedding. They're all hideous."

He shifts so he can take in how she looks, how her demeanor has changed. There's something less torrential now, pacified within her in a good way; despite the circles and the band, he would say she looks much better than before. "How are you? I haven't seen you since the arena, I was worried."

It's not lost on him that she hasn't been spending her time in her own suite. If he hadn't briefly caught sight of her a few days ago around the tower, he may have thought she'd died for good.