A perfect representation of Yvah's thoughts was emoted with her just her hand as Ceria darted off on her own toward the church. Instinctively, her hand outstretched forward, as if to catch the elf by the scruff. Yvah's mouth opened as her fingers curled, her index finger pointed out in an ignored interjection. That, too, begrudgingly retracted as Yvah stood there for a moment of pause. Her wrist spun around and her thumb extended upward in belated, conflicted approval, the cheery facade returning once control of the situation had been fully taken from her. 

Shrugging off the abrupt change of plan, Yvah pressed on alone. In a fluid motion, Yvah stepped into the dim light of night and shifted into a four-legged prowl. Her shoulders seemed to stretch backward to accommodate for the stance, tail outstretched and swaying with her stride. Quickly and carefully, she skulked by the leftside wall of the cathedral. About halfway alongside it, she arched upward, her head darting up to view the nearby window. A candle, but nothing of note. She pulled her head low again and moved below the view of the windows. 

A corner was turned. Nobody around. Yvah effortlessly hopped over the railing to the veranda at the backside corner of the church. Her eyes and ears darted to her left, where a stone gazebo lay. Nobody. To her right was another window, through which she peered quickly. Past it lay a study of sorts, with nobody inside. Ahead of her and to the right was a backdoor to the study and beyond that the wall swelled in a semicircular shape that blocked her vision into the other side of the building. As time fell upon her, her companions chances for danger increased. Yvah had no time to dally. 

Slipping in front of the doorframe, Yvah pressed her palm into the knob, but failed to turn it. It hitched against a lock with a dull click. Her hand slipped into the billowing folds of her clothing to pull some fine metal tools from a small, cylindrical pack strapped to the small of her back. She put them to the lock, where their movements served to cause some noise despite her best efforts. A moment of metal grinding against metal was followed by a sharp click. The tools were threaded back into their home as Yvah pulled the door open. The thin sheen of yellow light slipping past the cracks widened into her narrow gaze as she peered through the opening doorway. 

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