Outside of his hut, Coral sneaked around his walls, trying to silently get her things and leave. But, as she was tip-hoofing her way to the barrel where she kept her things, she can hear him crying to himself. Coral hesitated, but shook herself out of it. “No,” she thought. “No. No. No. Don’t grow a conscience on him. He’s a creep. A child. A pervert. A…”
 
She stood silent as she was reminded of her childhood. His situation of crying all alone to himself triggered memories of her childhood to flood her mind. Her heart hanged heavily as she remembered herself as a young hippogriff, crying in a corner when the Storm King took over… Her eyes water remembering the soldiers tearing down her neighbor’s homes, looting and pillaging, taking all that they had. Then, they took all she had. Her things, her house…
 
Her family.