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For a summary of the previous day, there wasn't much to tell. You had passed out for a few hours, then woken up, groggy and on a different plane of existence. You were brought back to Britannia by profuse apologies from King, for being so inconsiderate; Diane, for not paying attention enough to notice your mental state; and Elizabeth, for not being a good enough friend (by not noticing and being unable to help with your opinion of yourself). You comforted Emma enough so that she went home (with your accompaniment, of course), as she had refused to leave your side until you woke up, and you had found her, asleep with her head in your lap when you returned to the land of the living.

Meliodas smacked you across the head, demanding that you tell everyone when you're feeling down and allowing them to help you, then ruffled your hair and gave you a cheeky smile, which always managed to make you feel better. Merlin gave you a small, genuine smile from across the room, which was more than enough to tell you how glad she was that you were now okay.

We all stan mama Merlin

Gowther simply observed from afar, perplexed by the human emotion, but not commenting on what he saw. In total honesty, you had forgotten he was there. Then there was Ban.

He finally came back to the Boar Hat late into the night, when you were the only one awake. He paused right next to you, and you could most certainly sense the inner turmoil and sadness radiating from him. So, without him saying anything, you turned around, giving him a small hug on the arm.

"Don't worry. I forgive you." Was all you said, and then he retreated up to your shared room, where you didn't go, as you suspected he wanted some space.

Today, it was the day of the festival, and everyone was preparing. Diane and King has bought new outfits for everyone, and you were very grateful, as your cherished cloak was missing an arm; your shorts were frayed and ripped to the point of almost underwear; your shoes had lost their confidence, and now sunk to your calves, holes and rips all over them; and your gloves were basically nonexistent, now unintentional fingerless gloves that barely reached your wrist. Your top, it seemed, was the only article of clothing that was still intact.

Basically, you were grateful- very, very grateful- for the outfit renewal and update.

"Hey, Diane..?" you mumbled, walking out of the Boar Hat with your hands shoved in the pockets of your new shorts. "Isn't this a bit... much?"

Diane had bought you a whole getup. She revitalized your thigh-high boots, only the new ones were simple and a deep purple, without the buckles and designs of the previous ones. Above those, you had purple shorts that were a little lighter than the boots, with a shirt (that matched the color of the boots) tucked into them. The shirt was originally white, but you insisted it didn't go with the outfit (something you came up with on the fly, when you really just didn't want to wear white) and got out of wearing it. Diane made you wear a choker and two necklaces, because they "looked nice", and you wore a cloak similar to the old one, only it separated into two parts and was more flow-y, without a hood. She had enchanted the whole outfit so that it wouldn't be destroyed in battle.

"(Y/N), it's less revealing than your other outfit," Diane deadpanned, wearing her new outfit as well. Most of the Sins were dressed up (this didn't include King and Merlin) for the festival to celebrate the festival, which was being thrown in honor of your victory against Hendrickson.