Cesidia flinches a little in surprise, and she laughs, playfully shoving his chest. “Quit that, would you? It feels weird.” Even as she says it, color starts to bloom on her cheeks.
Siamyo watches the terrified shade for his next move, following him. She drops from the trees and lands in a crouch, Gulnuar staying in the branches. “Take a deep breath and fight it,” she mutters. Gulnuar looks at Astarot, confused. He looks at the shade, and then at Siamyo. Siamyo shrugs slightly.