If Coraline hadn't felt like she'd just jumped into a warm bath with all her clothes on, she would have sworn that she'd imagined the entire ordeal.
As the presence went away, Lone relaxed his shoulders.
She turned to scowl at him. She was fine!
She hadn't brought the boy along to fret over her wellbeing. The notion was practically insulting.
Turning away from the stupid boy, she looked back to Nikandros... However, judging by his light snoring and the saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth, the Captain would no longer be entertaining more questions.
Coraline sighed... She didn't get much information, but... the probability of the half-elf Captain being the culprit was low.
He had the motive and the means, but Nikandros had more to lose from Lord Arod's death than to gain.
"Let's go, Lone," She gestured towards the exit.
"...Right," He grimaced, reaching for the door handle.
