"The seals could be weakening," Emilia concedes in agreement, following his line of sight back toward the ward, "or the creatures sealed away have grown crafty and found a way to circumvent them."

She has, ah, experience with hell and closing its gates. She does not presume the landscape and its players will be exactly the same, but she knows how vicious and cunning such creatures can be.

Before either one of them has a chance to make another educated guess, a couple of tipsy soldiers walk past them. Or had started to, bringing themselves to a stop when Emilia's profile snags their attention.

One of them looks as though they might be seeing a ghost.

"S-she's back," he says, expression shifting once more when Emilia turns to face him fully. "Apologies, miss. For a moment there, I thought you were — "

The other man elbows his side discreetly.