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Left a bitter taste in one's mouth, didn't it?

With a grunt, Cecilia pulled herself out of the wall she had crashed into, just in time to half-heartedly wave at the retreating group. [color=FFE4E1]“Yeah,”[/color] she called out, her voice cracking from all the injuries sustained, [color=FFE4E1]“Let’s do this again some time.”[/color]

Bits of stone tumbled out of her hair as she slowly strode over to her fallen spear. She crouched down, found that she almost couldn’t get back up, and with a slow, halting gait, strode over to where Artemisia and Locke were. Though Cecilia had taken no small amount of damage herself, it paled in comparison to the sheer punishment that her compatriot endured. Plopping down beside the two, she rummaged through the folds of her clothing for a small vial. She uncorked it, drank half of it, then passed the rest to Artemisia. It was a regenerative concoction, working more slowly than the one that Glum had drank, but for the purposes of sitting down and recovering, it was fine. Gradually, the burns and bruises on her body receded. Soon enough, her fractured bones will mend themselves as well.

Probably shouldn’t use any magic to heal up faster, huh?

Resting her spear against her shoulder, Cecilia pulled out a small blade from her boots to snip off the burnt ends of her bangs. [color=FFE4E1]“Think that went as well as we coulda hoped,”[/color] she said, pulling out a small bag of (now toasted) cookies and passing it around, [color=FFE4E1]“Think with a bit better teamwork, we totally coulda taken them down!” [/color]

She leaned back then, waving at the other two strangers.

[color=FFE4E1]“Hey, don’t be shy now! C’mon over here; we’ve got snacks!”[/color]