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Cecil inhaled sharply, holding herself back from 'accidentally' having Shael launch an arrow right in Renar's knee, thus, ending his knightly career. The mood had turned somber once more, and Fanilly was clearly still having the weight of everything on her small shoulders. On one hand, she agreed with Sir Renar. It had gone well. Losses like that just happened on the battlefield either due to accidents, being plain unlucky, carelessness, or any of number of factors really. On the other...he had absolutely no tact whatsoever.

[color=598527]"Not wrong,"[/color] Cecil replied.[color=598527] "I'm used to some missions going much worse. I should tell you about that time my entire squad got wiped and I had to finagle my way out of a forest while being chased by rebels with nothing more than normal archery skills, a pot-lid and five arrows sometime."[/color]

The archer approached Fanilly, and without so much as caring for decorum, wrapped an arm around the knight captains shoulders with a friendly smirk.

[color=598527]"I'd say you did really well, captain,."[/color] She'd press a finger into her cheek. [color=598527]"So don't overthink things too much captain."[/color] Fanilly, if she hadn't objected so far, would find Cecil making an attempt to now drag her from the chapel. [color=598527]"I'm sure Rickert would prefer us having a toast or something in his honor instead of sulking around like this. Want to join us for a drink or ten Sir Renar?"[/color]