[ That voice as well as the rest of the person its attached to manages to creep up on Cordelia so badly that her bones nearly jump out of her flesh. She only barely manages to stop from shrieking in surprise, her body settling for a sharp jerk before she recovers her footing.

Shave a few years off her life, why doesn't he? Not that this isn't on par for the course as far as Henry is concerned. Though it's her own fault for letting her guard down. She'd just been so surprised by all the bodies in these ...caskets? It's a bit obvious who she'd been looking for in particular, but no sign of him yet.

She offers Henry an awkward smile, at least relieved to see his familiar face among the others. She had thought she was the only who'd woken up here. ]

I-I think maybe we should keep looking around for someone we actually know. Even then, we don't know what will happen if we do open the caskets. Are you certain they will actually wake?

[ Or would she be cutting them off from some kind of magic keeping them alive. All this is so foreign to her. They're a long way from Kansas Ylisse. ]

Have you seen any of the other shepherds, yet?