Her second trip through town is just as uneventful, except that this time the sentries are awake, their keen eyes watching her every movement as she passes them one by one. Seeing that there are two standing together near the entrance of the encampment, she looks up long enough to see Quell next to the much older sentry. His gaze follows her, a soft smirk touching his lips when she looks at him.

Coral can't help but return the small smile, dropping her gaze when she nears them, "Good morning, sir," she says softly as she walks by.

"Good morning, Coral," Quell's voice drifts to her ears.

She can feel...