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Annabelle was certainly not the type to shoot someone in the back, but it wasn't like she was entirely happy that the challenge she'd faced was suddenly spirited away by Hawklin's fleeting attention span. Left alone bloodied and sweating, she stood amidst the center of the battlefield as the tip of her sword fell over and onto the ground. Catching her breath, she watched in silence as the enemy combatants fled for an unknown reason. Carpenter trotted over to her side and offered a blank look up in her direction, apparently similarly confused. When they had at last disappeared from sight, Annabelle maintained a vigilant gaze in the direction of their leave, cautious of all of the predictions she had buzzing around in her head. They weren't coming back, and a giant griffon hadn't suddenly swooped down upon them; for the moment, it appeared they were safe from... whatever was going on to spook them.

She sheathed her sword at her back and retrieved a roll of bandages from the small pack on her hip. While not life-threatening, it was wasteful to let her blood continue dripping about. She had already begun walking to the others when she was readily offered a place in the circle. Her smile was faint, but it was clear Annabelle was quick to forget about the stress of battle. She strode up to Cecilia's side, giving her face a once-over.

"You're suggesting we make this... permanent," Annabelle said half to herself before sitting down, "Before I had joined with you all, I had assumed you might join with that other group temporarily, if only for the sake of finding that fallen light."