The smell of the brine in the air did little to settle her stomach as she slowly walked toward the sea, her thoughts jumbled and tired as she considered her next move. It did not help that there was a strange feeling that someone was watching her, leaving her to glance over her shoulder nervously, only to see nobody familiar trailing after her. The sound of the gulls screeching in the air as they circled overhead did little to ease her discomfort either and she sighed. As she approached the edge of the dock, she stared out into the sunset for a long time before she had the urge to glance over her shoulder again.

The sight of another person sitting nearby gave her pause and she eyed him for, perhaps, a few moments longer than was polite. He seemed to be deep in thought, himself, and not really interested in someone like her wandering around in places she ought not be...

Pippa, however, needed the last walk. It wasn't so much to clear her head as to look for Viktre, though her attempts were always futile. Pippa sighed and the scent of the ocean made her gag slightly, so she turned on heel and was about to dart away but it too was futile, and one would be able to hear the splash of her getting ill. Damned pregnancy.