The following morning at dawn.
Under the guardianship of two reliable chocobos, the coachman woke up refreshed after a good night's sleep.
After preparing breakfast, he tidied up the campsite while looking somewhat surprised at the Hero who kept yawning.
Having traveled with this well-born Noble Lady for nearly half a month, he was well aware that her daily routine was usually quite good.
"Miss, did you have a bad sleep last night? Was it too cold in the cave? Or are you not used to camping in such places?"
Facing the coachman's somewhat worried gaze, the Hero embarrassedly covered her mouth and shook her head.
