Celara is visibly anxious during the short period that they have to wait for Cadrick to join them in the storage room, and once he does enter she only becomes more worried. "Cadrick... why are you dressed like you're going into battle?" she asks, her tone making it clear that she wonders if they've all gotten themselves in over their heads. "You're not planning to have to fight your way to the door, are you? Should we be ready to use force once you let us in or if we have to come in after you?" With each question she speaks a little faster, as though already imagining the worst in her mind's eye.<br/><br/>The half-elemental bites her lip nervously when the acolyte says farewell, and she can only hope that he doesn't mean it for good. Celara remains quiet as he leans down to kiss her bloated stomach, but when he turns to leave she grabs ahold of his hand. She doesn't say anything at first as her mind searches for the right words, but she clearly isn't ready for him to leave. Finally she speaks up again, squeezing his hand as she does so. "I don't know what's in there, but just... get to the door to let us in and keep yourself safe, okay? We're counting on you.<span style="font-style: italic">All</span>of us."