It still didn't feel real. Perhaps that was a result of how little she'd slept, her thoughts too tangled up in relief and worry for rest. Or that she hadn't adjusted yet to the culmination of years of study all leading into this, to something new. Aitas stepped to the side, letting the flow of bodies move past her as she thought. The emotions around her were a soft hum, an almost soothing noise in the background. It still felt odd to be surrounded by so many people, as if she could simply fade away into the background and watch.
That might make things easier. Get a feel of the place before too much happened. And before she got any messages prodding at how things were going.
The bar it was then.
If she let herself think for too long then she'd start to wonder if her mother would have been proud.