[hr][center][color=f49ac2][h3]Liliana[/h3][/color][/center]
[hr][@Breakthrough Crew]
With everyone now gathered, Liliana let out a sigh of relief and let loose a big grin to follow it up. Even still...something didn't sit right with her. 

...Oh. Right. The prisoners...she'd had to bury her disgust at seeing how grievously the Varjans had wounded virtually every prisoner. It reminded her of the time her wing had been clipped on a thorn, and she was so scared to show the Queen that she cried alone for six days, until Rosebud dragged her out to get healed. She was just a little fairy back then, and Rosebud had bloomed a month before her. Even if they were born to be Bladeflowers, there was always a swathe of difference...especially since Liliana was born at the bottom of the pecking order. Liliana, the Thirteenth and most cowardly Bladeflower, who always had to be helped by the strongest Rosebud. It was comical, and Liliana knew she was slowing her sister down but...

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6ZlhyESQZs]She was still never abandoned.[/url] That hand was always outstretched to her, wanting her to do better. And, well, Lady Alice was a bit...odd, kooky even, but she was a lot like Rosebud. Maybe they'd even be friends. And right now, Liliana had to think to herself: [color=f49ac2][i]"Is just...fighting the best I can do to help Shizuyama?"[/i][/color]

Smiling, Liliana would hold Whimsy in her hands and turn to their Shizuka. [color=f49ac2][b]"Shizuka, um, I might sort of be useless for a bit after this, so...please, carry me back,"[/b][/color] Liliana said before raising her sword skyward. [color=f49ac2][b]"Pretty please with sugar and sprinkles on top, Whimsy! Greater Healing! Take as much as it takes to do it!"[/b][/color] Liliana's plea would cause the sword's eyes to roll if it had any, the faint green glow of the splinter sword growing bright and brighter, until small motes of green light started to fall from the sky, drifting slowly towards the prisoners who'd been maimed by the Varjans. Not one, not a single one would be left to mend their wounds themselves. It wasn't regeneration or restoration, but...for today, at least, she wanted today to be a complete victory. Their scars wouldn't ache, there wouldn't be promises of miracles unanswered before they left, and their wouldn't be trouble walking home. Whimsy was just spiteful enough that not a single one would grace a Varjan soldier, letting them taste their Just Desserts for as long as possible.

Collapsing backwards into the mud with a slightly pained expression, the fool of a fairy would shrink down, unable to maintain her Size Trick with her expended energy. Sinking just a little into the mud, Liliana smiled for as long as she held consciousness. 

[center][color=f49ac2][b][i]"Maybe...I could even go for the Fifth seat now...Rosebud...Lady Alice..."[/i][/b][/color][/center]

Whimsy's glow faded, the sword itself seeming rather exhausted from the effort as it lay beside its master, both in idle slumber...a snot bubble even forming as Liliana snored on in the mud. 
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[center][color=C48BD3][h3]Eula[/h3][/color][/center]
[hr][@Enkryption](CAR/ALI)
With the taste of the cursed sword still on her lips, Eula was in an unusually good mood until she felt the familiar presence of that fused form of Carroll and Alice zoom by, her eyes immediately returning to their usual melancholic gaze. [color=C48BD3][i]"...I did say I believed in her but...isn't that a bad thing to see so soon after!?"[/i][/color]

Shaking her head, Eula would follow the newly christened Dinah into the woods, nowhere near as fast, but still able to utilize her stun guns to augment her speed with small bursts of demonic energy output. She'd fail to arrive to see Dinah separate once more into her two halves, but was just in time to surprise Carroll by appearing from behind a tree, looking down at her and Alice for a moment, before suddenly sweeping her new lover off of her feet, beginning the trek to the temple once more...and, also, carrying Alice over her shoulder while letting Carroll ride in the crux of one arm strong enough to lift her. [color=C48BD3][b]"...Just so we're clear, if you lose control of that form again, I'll shoot to incapacitate. Then make you eat 100 shrimp onigiri if you forget me again."[/b][/color]

A miniscule pout donned Eula's stoic face, giving the slightest indication that she was just the teensiest, wittlest bit mad about them rushing out in the middle of nowhere and winding up exhausted.