Following a long and exhausting dinner with her family, Aria Kinney wearily climbed the stairs, walked down the hall to her room, and shut the door. A relieved sigh escaped her as she crumbled against the wall, no longer having to pretend that she could stand under her own power with no problems. It had taken every last modicum of strength she possessed to pretend that she was in perfect health during the past two days so that her family wouldn't get too curious about what had happened during the 'attack'. A fair bit of the city had been destroyed and a lot of people had been wounded or killed, or were missing, and her mother had hugged her for a good five minutes when she finally returned home a couple of days ago.