Cerulean Cape indeed and without doubt

no, she laughed. ying released a long sigh and continued: i need company. there were too many immoral, questionable thoughts rolling through her mind for anyone to trust her alone. for a moment, before astaroth had arrived, she'd contemplated walking into the sea, dying a dishonorable death.
 

did she have any honor left? too much bad stuff. ying looked toward the seagulls' perch and smiled. you have good stuff? she asked, then turning back to astaroth with a curious grin.