If there was one thing Rogue had learned growing up in the south, it was the healing powers of food. She was glad that seemed to extend to wraith as well; it helped her urge to look after them all, the way she had her students back at the institute. There was even a little mother-henning in there at times, as she looked after these creatures that were centuries and millennia older than her. None of that made any difference in her mind.

The dinner had really taken it out of her, though. It had been a lot of work to make enough for everyone, and even with her helpers, Rogue had put in extra work at a quick pace to get things done. She considered it worth the renewed sharp ache in her side to have seen the others in such brighter spirits, and to have enjoyed overhearing their conversations.

The pain she was in was likely apparent though, with the way her arm was held close to her left side, her breathing shallower than usual, and her eyes a little tight at the corners. But she was still happy and smiling from the accomplishments of the evening.