[h3]Artemisia de Chauret[/h3]

With the little melee finally over, and with the enemy party making good their escape with their backs turned to them, Artemisia let out a sigh. Pulling through on the rest of her healing spell on Locke, she dismounted to get a better look at the man, since he truly seemed to be in a sorry state. Although his clothes were torn and his mask cracked, it seemed that he would live.

Compared to him, the rest of their impromptu party seemed to be fairing quite well. Sure, some of them were bloody and bruised, but they were all ambulatory and talking, although she shot a suspicious glance towards the pair that had shown up uninvited, even if they did help on their side during the fight. She glanced over as Cecilia made her way over, raising an eyebrow at her hobbling gait. 

Artemisia almost offered to have a look at her wounds when her noble companion produced a regenerative potion; although she thought differently on the matter, preferring to use magic over exhausting consumables, she shrugged and took the bottle. She’d come out unscathed during the skirmish, despite the best efforts of Glum and his skeleton, so she passed the vial on to Locke.

“Maybe,” she replied neutrally, giving her two companions a look-over once more. Cecilia was pretty positive for how beat-up their little group was, Misia herself notwithstanding. Gladly accepting one of her cookies, she shrugged. “I think this entire fracas could have been prevented with some better diplomacy on our part, though.” Artemisia glanced towards Ciel, the cause of the entire mess. It seemed she didn’t truly believe in those words.

Her eyes then fell on Annabelle as she walked over. She too received an eyeful from Artemisia. “If you’re making this arrangement permanent, I would suggest you get some clothes to wear.”