Nights like these were melancholy. The sweet, warm scent of a summer night was contradicted by the staple coolness of a desert’s air when the sun had set. Seraphim, as usual, sat on the inner ledge of a window and stared out into the peaceful citadel with a blank smile on her face. Homunculi didn’t require the necessities of a human. Food, drink, sleep... If she had wanted she could have taken part in such intricacies, but it was simply a waste. Who would want to sleep away such a gorgeous night such as this?

As her dreamy blue eyes floated lazily along the little houses, something caught her attention. Was that... smoke? Yes, a small tendril of gray smoke curling its way into the gentle blackness of the sky. [i][color=lightblue]Perhaps a chimney? I don’t remember ever seeing one atop the houses...[/color][/i] Sera sat up straight on the ledge, a lump forming in her throat as the choking gray thickened. It wasn’t long until the fire reached a visual height, and the sirens went off with a shocking blare.

The clicks of her black heels echoed lightly off the walls as the pale girl ran as quickly as she could down the stairs and to the group, pinching the ends of her dress so it wouldn’t get trapped under her hurried steps.

Sera stood off to the indirect side of Jing as she always did, white gloved hands respectfully folded by her belt. She had expected to help the mercenaries out into the field, and perhaps be on healing duty for retrieved citizens. With her lack of personal defense or attacks, the “healing angel” usually wouldn’t be in the thick of it. However...

[color=f26522]”Right, Volux, Arden, Sera, you three head to the East district and help out as you can.”[/color]

The homunculus nodded absent-mindedly along with his words, freezing after a bit of a delayed reaction of hearing her own name. The shocked face snapped towards the leader, mouth dropped in a wide “o” shape. [color=lightblue][i]M-me? Well, I know my healing is most likely needed, but won’t I get in the way?[/i][/color]

It wasn’t her decision. If Jing ordered it, then he must know what he is doing. Still, Sera was a bit worried. Volux had already raced out, and so Sera deftly lifted the ends of her dress once more and made her way after him.

As expected, Jing has set it so that it was an effective strategy. Seraphim has her delicate hands clasped before her chest, translucent blue wings spread behind her and her spirit stone glowing bright in her core from the exertion. [color=lightblue]”There’s one under the debri there. A child is stuck off to the right.”[/color] As she continued to tell the other two where to retrieve the trapped citizens from her [i]insight[/i], Sera went to work Healing each one individually, before she pointed them off to the nearest way out of the citadel. This was working brilliantly thus far... then again, she really shouldn’t have doubted the leader.