"I will escort you and the maiden," Tomir says almost eagerly.

Junta throws a sideways glance at his younger companion, "I guess that means I will see to the others."

Offering Junta a smile, Coral hands her case to Tomir, "All right then. Margaret is now staying at the apothecary, so we can see her home on our way back to the castle."

They walk in silence; Margaret is nervous to be around a strange male centaur and Coral keeps her smirk to herself. Even if she had no knowledge of horses, the visual cues in Tomir's usual stature would be obvious—his back is rigidly straight, drawing his posture up...