[Cecelia adheres to the etiquette of ladies first...sometimes. this is not one of those times. she follows Light along, conjuring fresh light motes just in case something happens to the lighting in the room ahead. i've typed too many instances of light in one sentence.
the moment she clears the threshold and the door closes behind them, she's startled by the sound of the hourglass hitting the ground in its fresh turn.]
What-- Oh? Hm? [she tilts at the waist to peer from behind the other.]
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the moment she clears the threshold and the door closes behind them, she's startled by the sound of the hourglass hitting the ground in its fresh turn.]
What-- Oh? Hm? [she tilts at the waist to peer from behind the other.]