Sevika tensed up when Vander reached out, but it was short-lived. All he did was close the lighter and offer a lit match. The same kindness she'd offered him at the start of their little chat, however minor, and she won't turn it away. She won't say 'thanks,' either, but she will offer him a slight nod. She could take a long drag off the cigarette once it was lit. Little by little, she let the smoke come back out in a long, slow sigh. There, something to take the edge off, although what she really wanted was a drink or three by now.

Something to do after... this. Stop by the liquor store, go home, feed the stupid poro, get wasted. Sounded like a night.

"I'm not sure he could take all of this without losing his shit," Sevika admitted at long last. It was a lot. At least now that she had a cigarette in her hand again, she found something to steady herself, to center herself against the terror she was reliving.

"Especially the... last part. After everything, Piltover..." Okay. Here it was. The big thing Silco would actually lose his shit over, truly and completely. "...Piltover gave us a seat. On the council."