[i][h2][color=MediumSeaGreen]Lora Kadar and Cyril Serio[/color][/h2]
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Lora was silent through Joachim's apology, only nodding slightly. She didn't speak at all until she was spoken to, shrugging gently and following the Prince from the room. She wanted to piece together the bits of what had just happened, but she was too busy calming her mind back down - the fight was over, everyone was alive, Cyril was safe. She stayed a step behind him and when she realized he couldn't see her nod, she cleared her throat softly. "Of course...Your Majesty. I wasn't about to let you lose it...I-" she winced, her hands fisting together. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, promising herself she wouldn't stutter. "I'm incredibly regretful I failed to use your title earlier and overstepped my place. You have my sincerest apologies, Your Honor, but please feel no obligation to accept them."

At her words the Prince suddenly came to a stop, blinking. He looked over his shoulder towards her, a confused expression on her face as he turned to face her a little more. "The Hell are you talking about, Lora? What does any of that matter?"

She stopped as abruptly as he did, peeking up at him. Her eyebrows came together and her mouth opened, but sound halted as she tried to figure out how best to explain that he was the Prince of Barcea and she had no right to touch him or use his name and really why did she have to explain herself at all? He was the Prince - he of all people should know how others were to act towards him. 

Finally she gathered herself, still a bit thrown with his confusion. "It wasn't right - you're the Prince of Barcea," she explained slowly, careful not to overstep herself again. "You're about to lead a fight in the Arena for your country tomorrow, I should think that would matter more than ever now."

As she explained herself, the confusion faded from Cyril's face to instead be replaced by something like disbelief. He just shook his head quickly, clearly displeased with what she had to say. "No, that's nonsense. We're friends, Lora, and besides no one is around who gives a damn. Forget about formality for the time being or I'll actually go insane."

Something warm blossomed inside her and a small smile crept up. "Thank you," she said, pausing before she continued. She still didn't agree, and she was empowered enough to argue back. "But it's still dreadfully disrespectful! You earned your title and you make a wonderful prince and I'm not even near close enough in title to simply ignore that!" she insisted.

He laughed at that, hints of nervousness creeping in from what he had seen moments before. The effect of the battle hadn't faded entirely, but such a simple conversation seemed to be helping the Prince at least a little. "I was born into the Serio family. I didn't earn anything, it was given to me. I'm just Cyril, that's all, and enough about it. You got that?"

Her mouth was already open to argue - he was the most amazing person she had ever had the pleasure of knowing and Gurata wasn't rocky if that wasn't the entire testament itself to how much he deserved his title - but she closed it when he said enough. She would argue for him if he let her, but if he wouldn't she would never disobey him. She caught the tension in his shoulders and gauged how much was just proper enough for her to get away with it. Deciding he needed the laugh, she fought back a smile and raised a hand to salute him. She brought her hand down and nodded. "Yes, Just Cyril, I've got that loud and clear. Any other messages you'd like to share, Just Cyril?"

"Nope, so long as that's understood then we're good." He smirked ever slightly, before it faded as he turned to walk then. "Though... seems like your heroes have plenty of surprises in them."

Lora followed after him, her face furrowing in confusion. "I'm not sure what you mean," she admitted, watching him carefully. "No offending remarks meant but you don't seem that surprising to me - I mean I could only imagine, but it's not too hard to understand...Unless you want to be surprising, in which case I'm shocked!" She offered him a smile.

"What?" Once again he looked to her in confusion, though this time it was just over his shoulder and he didn't stop. He shook his head quickly as he looked back forwards. "No, not me. The Wanderer- er, Joachim, and Chikako. Your 'angels.'"

"Oh!" she nodded, catching up to him. "Yes, my angels, though not quite my heroes - though I suppose technically they are heroes, and they did save me...But yes, they seem quite surprising. He said he was the Phantasm?" she asked, a mixture of uncertainty and confusion.

"Yeah, it's definitely him." Cyril said with a nod. He brought a hand up to his right cheek, lightly tapping it before tracing down a little, allowing his hand to fall away entirely afterwards. "The scar proves as much, nevermind the fact that the Direwolf recognized him. Wonder why he didn't call him on it when we first met up earlier today...?"

Lora watched his hand carefully until it dropped, and then looked away and cleared her throat. She shrugged once he finished speaking. "Maybe he was trying to give the Wanderer time to announce it himself? It's quite a big reveal and he was pretty clearly trying to hide who he really was...perhaps the Direwolf was trying to give him a chance to come out and say it himself? It's quite nice of him, if that's why he did it."

"Uh... I don't think so." Cyril gave a light chuckle. The idea of the Direwolf being nice about it, especially after what the Prince had just seen moments before, didn't seem to quite fit into the situation. "Well... whatever it is, the cat's out of the bag now. Here's to hoping they refrain from trying to kill each other until Kori's had a chance to say something."

Lora just shrugged, unwavered by the previous display and Cyril's lack of confidence. "Maybe not, but if he really didn't like him that much there's no other real reason not to have outed him and declared a battle the moment he saw him." She then nodded, humming in agreement. "They probably will," she offered lightly, "if they stopped now I'm sure they can hold off killing each other long enough for Her Majesty."

"Eh... We'll see." The Prince shrugged slightly once more. "Until then, though, we need to get focused on tomorrow. Anything I can do for you before we part ways?"

She nodded resolutely. "Yes. I mean - no. I - no, there isn't anything you can do for me, thank you very much for the offer, and yes, we should get focused on tomorrow. A bit of sleep - or at least an attempt - is probably in order. Is there anything I can do for you?" she offered, her eyebrows raised perhaps a little too high in hope.

At her stuttering he chuckled slightly, bringing up a hand to calm her as he also gave a shake of the head. "No, you've saved my life once tonight, that's probably good enough. Good night, Lora, and rest well. I'll see you tomorrow when it's time."

“Yes,” she smiled, nodding gently and turning to the rooms. “I’ll see you.”