She’s been spending a lot of time with Henry, and she’s starting to worry she’s becoming a burden. This is good, for her, because not too long ago she wouldn’t have spent time with him in the first place, for fear of annoying him. But she’s changed in so many ways, and she’s finally becoming a woman she thinks she can be proud of - and she’s surprised, at this revelation; goody-two-shoes Ellie, who spent such a long, long time tip-toeing around her brother, apologising for her father, has finally settled into a life that may be on the wrong side of the laws she grew up obeying. Jasper, she considers, may be less pleased - he kept her tucked away in the shadows in their youth (real shadows, not those that follow him like his familiar), and he has made well known his disdain for pirates and smugglers.
She smirks to herself (an expression that would sit so comfortably on her brother’s face, and is becoming more settled on her own), then turns as Flo calls out to her from the doorway of the tavern they are leaving. She was given a mission; or, she supposes, she unofficially took upon herself the mission, but she’s trying to show Henry and his fellow smugglers that she deserves a real place at their table. She fears that she is there out of politeness and manners - something she would never have expected a bunch of law-breakers to have, but they do, and to spare - and she wants to be there as an equal.

Flo, bored (as cats so often are), huffs and mews until Ellie reaches her. They are off to the market, to complete the job, and to get Flo something to eat; she turns her nose up at tavern food. Turning to close the door behind them, Ellie doesn’t notice the boy running directly towards her until he knocks her down, a soft cloud of dust around them as they land on the hard ground. He is on his feet before her - she would like to think it’s because of his youth and not his fitness - but as he leaps up the sunlight glints on something falling from his pocket.
She reaches towards it, while she calls to the boy; it looks valuable, and she would hate for him to lose it. This is not, technically, the correct smuggler approach to property, she knows, but he’s only young. “Wait, you’ve dropped something,” she yells, pushing herself to her feet, Flo bounding along after the boy.