Prose: Something feels off. 

Blaze: You checked the area before we all went to bed, didn’t you?

Prose: Of course I did.

Blaze: Then there’s nothing to worry about.

Prose: Doesn’t it seem almost… too quiet?

Blaze: So you don’t hear anything. What about scents? Anything strange?

Prose: No… but…

Blaze: There’s nothing to worry about then, is there?