She smiles in reply, as faint as Hayley's but just as genuine. There weren't many that the Mikaelsons took in and made family over the years, but Hayley was among their number, and Rebekah was firmly of the opinion that she was also among the best. Though her feelings for Marcel were complicated, her thoughts on Hayley were far less so. Hope bound Hayley to them, but she was fairly certain that none of them would have it any other way, all for varying reasons.

For Rebekah, it came down to the simple fact that after so many centuries of having no one but her brothers to look to as constants, she had a friend.

They continue onwards, the faintest stirring of air growing just the tiniest bit stronger, their surroundings noticeably less damp as they neared the exit. She could see now that the tunnel opened up into the outdoors; there was a fountain not far beyond the exit, as well as a garden, but it didn't look like any particular location that she'd ever come across before -- she didn't expect it to, but there was still something distinctly odd.

"Do you know this place at all? Any familiar scents?"