Coral ignores the green of envy threatening to rise up in her, "Speaking of which, Laire, I was wondering if you would be so kind as to grant me a small favor?"

The centaur looks at Coral with a raised brow, undoubtedly still wary of trusting her because of whatever tale Quell lets slip, "What might that be, my lady?"

"Well," she says, glancing to the Queen; when she gets a nod she continues, "being so new to town I have yet to meet any women my own age and my time has been strictly occupied by either the good Doctor or my mate—I find myself a little lonely for...