Twilight felt both elated and frightened once she saw Tempest walk into the map room, following Spike’s lead. Though she was quite clearly exhausted and more than a little nervous, she was still together enough to clean herself up and still carried herself with that intimidating poise she was known for, refusing to let her true feelings show in her movements. Her eyes flicked all across the room, taking stock of Twilight and her friends all in their seats, but it was clear by the way she was scanning all around the chamber that she was looking for the statue of Anonymous, which Twilight had managed to pull from her grasp when she put her into one of the guest rooms. When she couldn’t find it, she let out a frustrated sigh and strode past the small dragon and towards the empty seat at the table clearly meant for her.