Fingers curling through Lily's, Eden follows, turning to face her as soon as there's a good space in the crowd. She likes it, actually, the warm press of bodies. When she was younger, it bothered her at first, but over the years, she's fallen in love with how easy it is to get lost in places like this, where no one matters, so she could be anyone.

There's no one else she wants to be, though, not when she's got Lily here with her. Slipping her arms up over her shoulder, she draws her close, moving to the music without thinking.