Camille's Point of View

We started to pack up not too long after Layla left. We all knew Clopin went off to bathe but we didn't bother telling Layla, all of us eager to see the result. We had everything back in the caravan and we began to get the caravan on the ship when the two caught up with us, Clopin dragging Layla behind him by the wrist. We got onto the boat and I glanced over at Clopin who gave me a look that said 'Nothing happened so don't ask.'

I shrugged and turned toward the edge of the deck, waiting eagerly for us to cross the Mediterranean and dock at Marseille. I was very homesick at this point. I know if I would've stayed I probably would've driven myself borderline insane with worry but now I was going crazy from being away for so long.

Clopin found his way toward me, leaning on the railing like I was. He glanced over at me then went back to gazing at the water. "You homesick or seasick?" he asked quietly.

I smiled a little at him. "Your reassurance is overwhelming and it's homesick… with a little bit of seasickness now that you mention it," I mumbled back, staring at the water. He laughed a little and guided his eyes from the water as he looked around, probably just doing a headcount.

I turned around as well after awhile and sat on the steps of our caravan. I wondered if my relationship with Mihai might go anywhere with time. Right now we were just touching hands and giving loving looks but it was nothing other than that. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Clopin sat next to me on the steps and waited for me to tell him what was bothering me. As always, I told him everything. Everything being my relationship, how I felt everything would turn out, and how much I missed Paris.

He nodded and listened intently as I rattled on to him. He smiled to me at the end. "Cam, I relate to you on nearly everything you said. Don't worry, we'll be home in a matter of days and then you can focus more on your relationship with Mihai. He's probably just nervous since we're all so close together. Once you two have some one on one time, you're relationship will get better."

I smirked a little. "Is that what you and Layla are doing?" He scratched the back of his neck and I smiled. The little things he did gave away his answers. Him scratched the back of his head or neck usually meant he was nervous, confused, or I was on the right track.

He rolled his eyes at me and leaned his head back, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm getting some sleep before we dock," he muttered, falling asleep in record speed. I shrugged and got up, walking over to Layla who was a few feet from the railing, probably nervous about falling overboard.

I walked up beside her. "Layla, if you want I could give you some of my clothes to wear until you get some of your own in Paris," I offered, noting she was still wearing her clothing from Egypt. She looked really hesitant on the offer. I rolled my eyes. "You're going to freeze your butt off if you don't! Besides, you have to get some decent clothes for Parisian gypsies before we get to Paris.

She furrowed her brow and even looked a little angry with me. "I thought we are underground. Why does it matter what I wear underground?"

I sighed in annoyance. "It's still cold underground, usually more so in fact and the way you're dressed now is rather…" I had to search my head for the correct words to try and not offend her. "..um,… well, nearly naked to us." She looked at me with a baffled expression. "Please just try on my clothes. You will feel really awkward and uncomfortable once you're in the Court of Miracles if you don't change," I said, nearly begging. She reluctantly agreed and we stepped around Clopin and into the caravan to change her more into a Parisian gypsy.

Once she had one of my outfits on, I gave her a bottle of wine. She looked at me warily. "Just chug it. Trust me, you'll want to," I assured her, preparing to get a gold earring. She shrugged and began to chug the bottle down. She wasn't even half way done with it when she started going a little loopy. She would be fun to take to a bar, I noted. I held her still as I disinfected an area on her ear then stuck the earring in.

I stepped back to admire my work. She had a white blouse, a simple light blue and white striped bodice and a maroon skirt. We added a dark green emerald necklace to match her hazel green eyes, a few gold bracelets and an anklet on each ankle then a pale green headband in her hair. The gold earring tied everything together to make her look like a pale Parisian gypsy. All she needed was some sun and she'd fit right in with everyone else. I let her lie down to sleep off the alcohol and sat back by the wall to sleep until we would dock in Marseille.