The castle was fortified near immediately. It was very safe to assume everyone was spooked by the visage in white, and was bound and determined to make sure no such creature got past their defenses again. It was a sight to see, all these different creatures, and even some humans, all ready for battle, marching side by side. It was glorious, and Celine could barely take her eyes off the spectacle.

She was watching from a window in the castle salon, resuming the role of the waif waiting for some kind of news. They'd changed her back to her dresses, opting for something very similar to the color of her hair, and laced with gold. It was lovely, but only a minor distraction. Besides, it was hardly worth the thought, not like....that moment.

She and Caspian hadn't discussed what happened in the training yard, all the commotion making them too busy. But she remembered, and shuddered with delight at the thought, fingers trailing over her lips. Was it a brief moment of whimsy that led to such delight? Or perhaps it was something she always felt, but only just now was able to understand. Furthermore, she had no idea what was to come from it...

She decided to wait on it, as she spotted Lysnader's escort approach the castle. She rose immediately, and ran towards the Great Hall.