"Ashe, hi," Cel hummed as the girl approached. Something about her presence brought a sense of ease to the young woman. She knew Ashe, and while the girl could be a bit of a loose cannon sometimes, she was reliable when it counted and more than capable of surviving.
As Ashe asked about Devrum, Cel suddenly looked around with a slight frown. The presence in her mind in Northaven, that absent tug in her mind no longer pulling her to her sire, made her suddenly realize she hadn't come across Archebold here. She couldn't feel him, which worried her. It was a feeling that didn't she realize would feel so empty now that it wasn't there. He was more than capable of taking care of himself, so she didn't worry too much, but she hoped that she'd see him soon.
For now, she took a mental count of everyone that was there. She quietly observed, making notes in her mind of each person's name and who they were talking to just in case it was needed. Strange land, anything was possible.
