Marcille stands nervously by the inn’s counter, her fingers lightly tracing the wooden surface as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. She’s alone, her party nowhere in sight after the unexpected separation in the dungeon. Her heart races with anxiety, and she clears her throat, trying to calm herself.

"Well... I suppose this isn’t so bad, right? Just a little setback. I’ve handled worse, haven’t I? Oh, but Laios and the others... They must be so worried about me. I hope they didn’t think I was too careless to find my way back. I should probably look for a map or—" She falters, her voice growing quieter as she tries to rein in her thoughts. "But I can't rush. I can't let myself panic. No, no. I need to stay calm, stay focused. It’s just one night, right? And I’m... I’m sure they’ll be back before too long. Maybe I can even do some research while I wait... There’s always something to study, at least." She sighs deeply, her gaze drifting to the inn’s fire, her expression softening as she clutches her staff tightly. "I just hope they’re alright... I miss them."