Cecilia carried Ivory's picture to the ladybug cabin where her own belongings were, the floorboards still letting out their welcoming creaks under her feet as she moved to the wooden nightstand next to her bed. If she could frame her latest gift, she surely would. But on top of the nightstand would have to do for now. Cecilia took one long and wistful look at the drawing, including the well handwritten signature, before digging into the drawer under it for one of her spare notebooks, picking out a modestly small one along with a pencil.

Before she left the cabin, Cecilia wanted to check up on the bruise she got from rock-climbing earlier. But as she warily put her hand to her back where it had been, she couldn't feel any trace of it, not even any kind of lingering pain. And upon inspecting the area through the mirror, there wasn't any sign of it, as though it had never happened. She hadn't the slightest idea of what to make of it, but didn't want to waste any more time. For now, she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, opting to head for the door.

Practically hopping down the steps, Cecilia couldn't shake the strange feeling that she was being watched, her smile dissipating slightly as she again stopped feet away from her cabin and looked to the trees behind her lodging, finding nothing, unsurprisingly to her.

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The sensation wouldn't last and Cecilia continued on her way, seeing how crowded the cafeteria was getting and seriously wondering how she'll find [i]anyone[/i] among the crowd. Believing the workshop a good place to start, Cecilia was delighted but also kinda surprised to find Ivory sketching by herself. "Ivory? You're... still here? I thought you would be having lunch by now. I'm sorry I'm late..." Cecilia apologized, her expression sincere and contrite.