Shaking her head, Coral tries to think, only to realize that she hasn't since she arrived in Centuarna. When she feels the anxiety start to well up in her stomach she starts drawing in deep breaths.

"I am sure he will be happy," Margaret says, though from the tone of her voice it is clear she doesn't approve.

"He...doesn't want them," Coral whispers.

"Well if he didn't want them, then he should have left you alone," she mutters.

"It's just as much my fault as his," Coral says, her mind swirling as the panic starts to swell, "I initiated most of it."

"Coral!" Margaret says wide eyed.

Still in shock,...