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Cecilia really didn’t mind Neric not supervising her ascent as he did with James. Practically speaking, she knew that if she messed up or met with a suitably difficult situation, the Void would come to her aid in a matter of seconds. But beyond that, she knew that the two of them were watching over her, and although she constantly fretted over not letting them down, she knew she had their support. She doubted she would have met the challenge as well as she did otherwise.

James seemed to think she did well, a stance that she wouldn’t be in total agreement with, but it was sweet of him to think so. When he asked if it was his turn, Cecilia simply chuckled along with him, though while he squeezed her hand, she couldn’t shake the thought of how, if she had her way, he wouldn’t need to go next or maybe even at all. It was a ridiculous thought, but it would resurface now and again during his turn. Regardless, she cheered after him with a sunny “Good luck, James! I’ll be rooting for you!” sighing while onlooking his approach to the wall. 

“Take your time! You can do this!” Cecilia called out as he reached the midsection, him slowing down to handle the increase in difficulty. She didn’t want to cheer him on too often, not keen on getting on people’s nerves nor disrupting James’ concentration. A hush would fall over her time and again, especially as James readied himself for a full on jump in order to progress. Her hands subconsciously locked themselves together over her chest. In that very moment, she felt even more tense than when it was her turn. It all sort of culminated when James missed the handhold and plummeted a short distance, her heart sinking just as quickly. She let out a helpless gasp, a worried countenance about her that she couldn’t shake off for a while until she saw him make it to the top.

The chances of any real harm coming to James was slim to nil, yet Cecilia couldn’t help but feel the way she did, an “overreaction” she told herself, seeing him reach level ground and approach her. Not about to give him a hard time over it, she smiled warmly again, taking his forearm near the wrist and lightly massaging it between her hands. “A-Are you alright? You really had me worried for a minute there.” She meant to play it off rather cooly, but he could probably tell she was indeed genuinely concerned.