A forlorn expression on her face, Celia gazed into the growing fire. It wasn't often she felt sad, but when it came to the issue of human life...it really got to her. This wasn't about the reward money anymore, but about saving lives. And just on the first day...it was looking bleak. She began to root around in the food supplies for a bit of bread, warming it a bit and taking small, thoughtful bites. 

She looked to the stars emerging above, their glittering shapes radiating in every direction. Were the travelers already among them? Celia couldn't say for certain. She looked to Jayce and Noire, asking a somber question. "So, how many days do we keep searching?" Celia inquired, wondering how long they would be able to stay without ending up lost themselves, should something happen.