Coco turned her back on the team, her sharp gaze landing on Leroy— who was watching with quiet curiosity due to her questions.
They saw that something unreadable flashed in her eyes for a second before she crouched down and without a word to anyone, she began picking up the shards of the shattered spawn stone off the ground.
One by one, she gathered them carefully, her gloved fingers deftly collecting each fragment before slipping them into a small pouch in her slung bag, the weight adding nothing but significance to its contents.
The others exchanged glances, but didn't question it; they knew better than to ask about Coco's actions.
Once done, she stood and adjusted the strap over her shoulder, ready to move on again.
Coco took a decisive step forward, her boots pressing into the frost-covered ground and she didn't bother looking back, simply stating her intent as she walked ahead.
